Deep in the Qinling Mountains, the night is as black as ink, and the drizzle silently soaks into the thousand-year-old forest.
At the entrance of an ancient tomb from the Warring States Period that had just been washed out of a fault by heavy rain, a makeshift cordon fluttered miserably in the wind. The beam of searchlight tore through the darkness, illuminating the muddy bronze coffin deep in the tomb pale.
"Yingchen, are you sure you want to go in? This place... Is very evil." Wang Qinian, the old professor who led the team, rubbed the goose bumps on his arms and his voice was trembling. In his whole life of archeology, he had never seen such a cold tomb. Standing at the entrance was like standing at the throat of a huge creature.
