Twenty-one-year-old Qin Zheng has been huddled under the bridge for three years.
On his eighteenth birthday, he was kicked out of the house by his aunt. He rummaged through trash cans and slept in bridge holes like a wild dog, with only a few tinkling coins in his pockets. Until that rainy night, the gangster leader Scarface took away his last bit of dignity - the bronze key left by his mother, but gave him a glimmer of hope: "Tomorrow night, there is a job at the flea market in Nancheng. One day's work, two hundred yuan."
He thought it was just another hard job of struggling to survive.
He didn't expect that behind this door was the most secretive tomb robber gang in Jianghuai City.
Uncle Jiu, the owner of "Jubaozhai", appears to be an antique dealer, but in fact he is a tomb robber who masters the "Maoshan Town Magic" passed down by the Lin family. He took Qin Zheng in, taught him how to identify antiques, took him to tombs to explore caves, and gave him warmth and dignity - that was the first time Qin Zheng felt the taste of "home" after three years of wandering.
Qin Zheng was dead-set. He followed Uncle Jiu's gang, went to the Han Dynasty tomb, explored the Tang Dynasty mausoleum, carried artifacts in the gloomy tomb passages, and traded stolen goods on the black market. He thought he had finally found his destination, and thought these "his own people" would be the light in his dark life.
Until they went to the Qin Dynasty tomb.
The bronze coffin deep in the tomb is engraved with the same Kui dragon pattern as Qin Zheng's personal key. Uncle Jiu's smile became meaningful for the first time: "Xiao Qin, your surname is Qin... Can you try to open this lock?"
The moment Qin Zheng pressed his hand on the coffin lid——
In the depths of his mind, the shadow of an incomplete jade seal suddenly appeared.
It was not a memory or an illusion, it was the awakening of some instinct that had been dormant for thousands of years.
