The Shifting Tomb

My family has robbed tombs for generations, but my great-grandfather left a final warning: never set foot in a tomb again.

I scoffed at it, until I broke into the ninth suspected tomb of Qin Shi Huang and heard an eerie whisper from inside the coffin.

“Young friend, I’ve been waiting two thousand years for you.” The voice sounded exactly like my great-grandfather’s!

Before I could react, the Seven-Star lamps burst into flame, and the entire tomb chamber transformed into a Yin-Yang diagram.

The coffin opened. Inside lay none other than myself!