The winds and snow of Changbai Mountain have shrouded countless secrets for ages. The elders often say that among these white mountains and black waters lie the essence of a dragon vein, as well as the bones of countless treasure seekers. Deep in the night, when the mountain wind sweeps through the woods, it sounds like a chilling wail, carrying curses and greed from thousands of years ago.
Zhang Kui is a poor man living at the foot of the mountain, raised from childhood by his blind grandmother. When Wang Mazimao came to him with a yellowed map, Zhang Kui looked at his grandmother's increasingly clouded eyes and the drafty thatched hut they called home. Gritting his teeth, he set out on a tomb-raiding journey with scarcely any chance of survival.
Who could have imagined that behind the stone door carved with Jurchen script, corpse-eating insects would swarm like a black cloud, and tomb beasts would emerge like fiends from hell? The crackling of the torches, the tomb beasts' roars, and his companions' desperate screams intertwined in a symphony of death. They had entered with hearts full of greed, only to flee in a wretched state, covered in wounds and consumed by fear. But Changbai Mountain's secrets had already ensnared them in an invisible web. And this was only the beginning of a heart-pounding tomb-raiding expedition...
