My name is Qian Dasheng, but people call me “Dogsheng.” I was born in the gullies of Guangxi and grew up on the streets of Harbin. My parents died young. Grandma fed me taro long enough to keep half of me alive, and I trained the other half crawling through underground tunnels with my Third Uncle. I’ve just gotten out of prison, with pockets emptier than my face, and after filling up on the northwest wind, I still have to dig graves for people in exchange for steamed buns.
They say tomb raiding is a business with the dead. What a load of crap! The hearts of the living are more poisonous than the corpse dumplings in an ancient tomb! The northern crew wants to rob me, the snakeheads down south want to steal my prize, and even the damn cops are on my tail! From the fake Manchukuo-era tombs of Harbin to the Warring States rock-cut burials of Guangxi, I’ve carved out a bloody path through this treacherous world with my knack for reading the earth and finding burial pits, and a way of talking that can fool people from north to south!
But why did my Third Uncle, that old bastard, set me up? What secret lies inside the bronze box in the underwater tomb in Miaojiang? In this world, grave goods aren’t the only things worth a fortune. Your life is worth more! Today, I’m going to tell you all about the tunnels I’ve crawled through, the people I’ve conned, and all the fury I’ve kept bottled up inside!
It looks good, sounds good, and is powerful.