My name is Wang Hao, a young man with nothing to show for himself.
One day I received a suicide note from thirty years ago. The sender was my grandfather who had been missing for many years.
The content of the letter is very simple:
Go to the Black Wind Ridge in southern Hunan, dig up a bloody tomb and take out the contents.
Not going?
——Then I will crawl out of the grave to find you. Others go to the grave: looking for dragon points, Feng Shui secrets, and full equipment.
I went to the grave with a broken shovel, a timid body, and all I relied on was my words.
Blood corpse? I chatted with it.
Yin soldiers? I reasoned with it.
Tomb trap? I focus on an extreme position.
Others rob tombs to make money.
I rob graves purely to save my life.
