We aren't digging up a tomb. We're digging up a 700-ton life that could blow at any moment!
At four in the morning, in an old-goods market in northern Liaoning, a fragment of bronze concealed an inscription in seal script: “Seven Dragon-Bone Sections.”
The old expert, Old Men Tou, licked the rust with the tip of his tongue. “Sun-cast copper sulfide. It's only used in the ventilation ducts of Guandong fortresses.”
Xu He suddenly sent a photo from a missing forest ranger's case file. The same kind of bronze fragment had appeared at the death scene.
A call from the hospital rang out like a summons from the underworld: forty-eight hours, 400,000 yuan, or your daughter will be taken out of the chemotherapy ward.
