[Mystery and the supernatural] [Appraisal of antiques] [Tomb Raiding]
The villagers called me a curse-bringing bastard. I couldn’t even scrape together the six jiao for a phone call. As I stared at my father’s coffin, I knew I could never go on living like this, not if I was going to make anything of myself.
I knelt before my second uncle. “Uncle, I’m in. Whether I live or die, I’ll accept it.”
He silently tossed me a yin-probing shovel. Without looking back, I plunged into a thousand-year-old decoy tomb by the Yellow River. The rule of this trade was simple: when the lamp went out, you died; when the rope snapped, your life was over.
The decoy tomb on the Yellow River banks, the stone sarcophagus in Longmen Town, the hidden scripture cave on Mount Zhongnan... Behind every funerary artifact lay a tangle of grudges and lives lost.
In this trade, you must never lose the skill of reading the earth to locate tombs. But more important than skill is knowing who should live and who should die.
I thought the most dangerous things were the traps and hidden crossbows inside ancient tombs.
That was until we entered a deadly tomb that our fellow tomb raiders had blown open with dynamite. We triggered a fatal trap that someone had deliberately reset, and a crossbow bolt whistled past my throat.
In the flickering candlelight, my second uncle said, “Look carefully. The dead underground aren’t frightening. The ones who want you dead up here are.”
Only then did I understand that the human heart was darker than any coffin.
And staying alive weighed more heavily than any funerary artifact.
On this road, blazed through with our lives, I’m going to survive, and live more splendidly than anyone else.
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