Shen Jinghong was only touching a bronze talisman at an archaeological site when he opened his eyes and found himself in a mass grave in Inner Mongolia in 1979.
Before he could figure out what was going on, a fat man with an entrenching tool had mistaken him for a “prime tomb” and surrounded him. On instinct, Shen Jinghong caught the blade between two fingers. The qilin tattoo on his shoulder briefly showed, scaring the fat man off.
Hu Bayi arrived soon afterward and was even more on guard. His compass spun wildly as he pointed it at Shen Jinghong. With a grave expression, he asked, “Brother, who are you, really? The ground you’re standing on is brimming with baleful energy, more ominous than any grand tomb I’ve ever seen!”
Shen Jinghong looked at his feet, utterly bewildered. “Me? I’m just an archaeologist!”
It wasn’t until he joined the archaeological team and prepared to head for the Ancient City of Jingjue that he realized things were far from simple.
Xue Li Yang’s jade pendant reacted to him, while Da Jinya watched his talisman with a calculating look. In the desert, he could sense yin energy and drive away poisonous insects. Even his blood could dispel illusions and repel evil spirits.
The Queen of Jingjue opened her eyes for him, and the Ghost Cave roiled at his presence.
Hu Bayi finally couldn’t hold back. He pulled him aside and said, “Come clean. Just how many ‘ancient tombs’ are buried inside you?”
Shen Jinghong stared at the talisman growing hot in his hand and fell into thought. It seemed he really had become the biggest and most mysterious “human-shaped ancient tomb” in this world...
