My grandfather was one of the last tomb raiders of the Republic of China era. Before he died, he left behind half of a black-gold ancient token and warned me: Don't dig in the earth, don't enter tombs, and don't touch anything yin-related.
But when I was twenty, disaster struck my family. To save a life, I had no choice but to defy my ancestors' rules and follow a mysterious team into an ancient tomb deep in the mountains.
Blood coffins, corpse beetles, ghost soldiers marching across the road, the Yellow Springs guiding the way, a thousand-year-old evil spirit...
