My name is Lin Mo. I spent seven years behind bars.
Today I got out, and the sunlight was so bright I could barely open my eyes.
When people ask what I did, I just say, "Grave robbing."
No one knows that I'm the last in the lineage of walking feng shui masters.
My eyes can read the earth's qi, and my hands can open the gates of life and death. I walk the path between yin and yang, earning my fortune underground.
This isn't a made-up story. It's the truth I paid half my life to learn.
From tiny tombs in deserted villages to the grand mausoleums of princes and kings, from blood corpses and malevolent spirits to deadly feng shui traps, I remember only one rule:
Enter the tomb, feel for gold, get the goods, and make it out alive.
Now I'm writing down everything I've seen underground over the years: the ghosts I've encountered, the treasures I've touched, and the death traps I've survived.
