Memoirs of Tomb Robbers: My Years in the Northern Faction

My name is Chen Muchuan, and everyone on the street calls me Shanye. Now I sell beer in Donghai Fishing Village. No one knows that I was once the youngest leader of the Northern Sect. In 1992, when I was fourteen, I almost died on the streets for a bite of food. Han Jiushan squatted at the foot of the wall, narrowed his eyes and asked me: "Want to get rich? Come with me." It's been thirty years since I left. Snow tombs in Daxinganling, ancient boats at the bottom of the Yellow River, murderous tombs in Lingnan, sarcophagi in Tianshan... I have seen rice dumplings get up, I have seen evil spirits taking their lives, I have seen brothers turning against each other, I have seen mountains of gold and silver. Today I take up my pen and write down the secrets of the Northern School that are not passed down. Whether the story is true or false, just listen - Don't take it seriously, and don't be afraid.