> Thirty years ago, my grandfather vanished mysteriously with an archaeological expedition, leaving behind only an incomplete copy of The Rhapsody of Mountain-Watching Mysteries.
> I inherited the family business and became a small-time antiques dealer, but a Han dynasty jade disc drew me into a thousand-year-old mystery.
> “Your grandfather isn’t dead,” read a mysterious letter. “He’s trapped inside a living tomb.”
> In a cave in Bashu, a cluster of crystals suddenly broke apart and reassembled into a humanoid mass of ore that hunted us down.
> When I finally came face to face with my grandfather, who seemed more dead than alive, he rasped a warning: “Don’t touch the jade disc... It’s breathing.”
> The moment we pieced together the three jade discs, flesh writhed across the tomb walls, and the entire mountain transformed into a giant maw that swallowed people whole.
