My name is Chen Feng, and I was dawdling in the shabby antique shop left by my grandfather. Until one night, the old wooden box that had been in the shop for twenty years suddenly became hot - it contained half of a yellowed "Secrets of the Dragon Hunt" and a note stained with black blood: "On July 15th, the coffin door will be opened. Those of blood will go to the tomb to renew their lives."
I just turned twenty-five this year, and I have been wearing a bronze talisman embedded in my bones since I was a child. The doctor said that I would not live to be twenty-five. It turned out that my grandfather had already left a way out. But what do I know about reverse fighting? The "Looking for Dragon Points" in the notes was like a book from heaven, until a group of people kicked open the door of the antique store, and the leader, Scarface, held a gun and forced me: "The grandson of Old Ghost Chen? If you want to survive, take us to the 'Blood Corpse Ridge' in western Hunan."
From then on, I was forced to embark on the road of tomb robbing: the white-haired rice dumplings that chase people in the dense forests of western Hunan, the blood vines that entangle people in the hanging coffins in the Qinling Mountains, the mermaid lanterns that can enchant people in the sunken ships in Xisha... Every time I go to the tomb, I wander around the gate of hell. The handwriting in the notes will change color according to the condition of the tomb, and the bronze symbols on the bones are cold and hot, as if giving me an early warning.
What's even more sinister is that the teammates who fight together have their own hidden agendas: the seemingly honest veteran always has black donkey hooves hidden in his hands, the female doctor wearing glasses is actually the descendant of Colonel Jin, and even Scarface is secretly copying the map in my notebook. And I gradually discovered that my grandfather was no ordinary antique dealer at all. The half-notebook he left behind back then contained a secret that could change life and death. But in those awakened ancient tombs, what was waiting for me was not only the artifacts, but also countless wronged souls and curses connected to my blood.
Some do it for wealth, some do it for their lives, and some do it for the truth hidden at the bottom of the tomb.
