The curator died mysteriously on the night the auction house exhibited Genghis Khan's urn.
> I was invited to examine the rubbings and discovered a map of the Mongolian Valley of Death carved inside the urn.
> As soon as the expedition entered the valley, countless skeletal warhorses burst out of a sandstorm.
> Our female guide cut her palm, letting her blood drip onto a stone wolf's head. “My ancestors have guarded the tomb for three hundred years. At last, the one who can break the curse has arrived.”
> Deep in the underground palace, a giant bronze coffin hung suspended above the reverse scales of a dragon vein. The soul-sealing formation, drawn in the blood of a hundred thousand prisoners of war, was fading.
> The shaman's skeletal remains suddenly opened their eyes. “Kill one person, and the dragon vein can be sealed. Spare one person, and all of Huaxia can be protected.”
