Tomb Robber: My Counterattack in the World

My name is Qian Dasheng, and I am nicknamed "Gou Sheng" by others. Born in a ravine in Guangxi, he lived on the streets of Harbin. My parents died early. Half of my life was raised by my grandmother feeding me taro, and the other half of my life was spent drilling holes in the earth with my third uncle. When I was just released from prison, my pocket was cleaner than my face. When I was fed by the northwest wind, I had to dig graves for others and exchange them for bread. They say tomb robbing is a dead man's business, but I say fart! The heart of a living person is more poisonous than the rice dumplings in the ancient tomb! The brats from the north want to take advantage of others, and the snakeheads from the south want to pick peaches. Even the scumbags are staring at me and chasing me away! From the old tombs of the Puppet Manchukuo in Harbin to the rock burials of the Warring States Period in Guangxi, I had the unique skill of distinguishing pits by looking at the soil with one hand, and a dialect that could fool people from the north to the south, and I was able to fight my way through this intrigue and deception! But why did Third Uncle, that old bastard, trick me? What secrets does the bronze box in the Miao Jiang water tomb hide? In this world, not only weapons are valuable, lives are even more valuable! Today, I will tell you all about the holes I have been through in my life, the people I have deceived, and the ruthlessness I have kept in my heart!