[Tomb robbing + suspense + fantasy + micro-supernatural] (The story is purely fictitious. We will not be responsible for any similarities. Do not violate legal red lines)
My name is Chen Mo, the last Faqiu Zhonglang general in the world. People in our industry prefer to call me Chen Qilin. They all thought I was digging graves for money, but they didn't know that I was just looking for an answer, an answer to my own destiny.
When I was eight years old, a crazy Taoist priest said that I was "the appearance of Qilin and the destiny of digging for treasure". From then on, the heavy treasure under the capital's treasure roof, the physical Bodhisattva in the plateau temple... These strange things followed him like a shadow.
I thought I could control everything until I dug up a tortoise shell with my name engraved on it in a Western Zhou tomb...
"It turns out that what I dug was not a grave, but my own life."
