That night, I was starving and eavesdropping when they caught me red-handed. Third Master Chen, the tomb-raiding boss, sneered. “Want to live? Come with us tomorrow and carry our gear in the tomb.” From then on, I became the gang’s “camel,” hauling the heaviest equipment and scouting the most dangerous paths. They laughed at me for being stupid, never realizing I was secretly memorizing how to disarm every trap and the names of every grave good. Then came the blood corpse incident. Third Master Chen and the others all perished deep in the tomb passage. I dragged my lame leg outside, sold off the grave goods, and struck out on my own. Three years later, I returned to that deadly tomb with my own crew. Standing before the bronze coffin, I finally understood: Third Master Chen and the others hadn’t died for nothing… And the greatest secret still lay asleep deeper underground, calling for the next person willing to wager their life.
