The Last Gold-Touching Captain

My name is Wang Sheng, a down-on-his-luck young man who deals in secondhand goods at Panjiayuan.

Before my grandfather died, he shoved a bloodstained grave-robber's talisman and half a tattered notebook into my hands, forcing me to swear a solemn oath never to practice our family's craft.

But when debt collectors drove me to the brink, I somehow found myself prying open the old house in the back courtyard, the one my grandfather never let anyone near.

There were no bones in the rotting coffin, only a line of last words written in blood: “They aren't dead... They're all down there... Trust no one...”

That night, eerie bloody handprints crawled across my window, and the notebook turned to a page all by itself.

On it was a portrait of my grandfather I'd never seen before, with a line of tiny writing beside it:

“Find the real tomb, or you'll be next.”