On the third day after Grandpa’s burial, my relatives blocked the door, demanding the house and calling me a useless pauper.
No one knew I had inherited Grandpa’s secret art of finding dragon veins and identifying auspicious burial sites.
One secret manual and a compass were all it took to locate dragon veins and uncover great tombs.
A mass grave on the hill behind the village?
One swing of my shovel, and I dug up a Qing dynasty military officer’s tomb, making a fortune overnight.
A Ming dynasty feng shui master’s tomb?
A deadly corpse trap blocks my way?
I broke the formation with a wave of my hand, took the blood-jade tomb-sealing seal, and sold it for ten million!
The relatives who once looked down on me now bowed and scraped.
The villagers who once mocked me now treated me with awe.
I made my fortune raiding tombs and rose to the top through feng shui.
I searched for dragon veins across thousands of miles and dug through tombs all over the world.
From a poor boy to the uncrowned king of the underground world!
I feel like the protagonist is too greedy. In a tomb robbing novel, if it weren't for the protagonist, he wouldn't have survived the second chapter. The promised score of 55 is not even 73.
AI article, the logic does not make sense
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It's really funny, a tomb robber can't wait to tell everyone in the world that he made a fortune by robbing tombs 🙂