1995, Dalian seaside.
Everyone knows that Zhao Yuanshan, the owner of Wanghailou Tavern, is a weirdo.
Spend money generously, but never drink;
He is beautiful on all sides, but never mentions the past.
Until that rainy night, three drunk men broke into the store and caused trouble.
Zhao Yuanshan picked up the beer bottle and knocked down the three of them with three moves. His shots were ruthless, accurate and steady, as if he had killed people and seen blood.
He wiped the blood off his hands and suddenly smiled:
"Want to hear a story? It starts when I was sixteen."
That year I was picking up rags in Heilongjiang.
Just because he glanced at a piece of blue brick on the river beach, he was pushed into the river and almost fed to the fish.
The old man who saved me is known as Boss Liu.
A bowl of mutton soup and one sentence pulled me into hell:
"Boy, do you dare to deal with dead people?"
From then on, I joined the northern sect of tomb robbing.
Look at the traces of mud, look at the color of grass, smell the smell of soil,
Step on evil tombs, open ancient coffins, and survive life and death.
The master taught me my craft, taught me how to make a game, and taught me how to survive.
The only thing he never told me——
Why did his old brothers who had been with him for more than ten years disappear one after another?
For twelve years I drank blood and swallowed sand, hiding my name, thinking I could live a stable life.
Until tonight, I asked softly to the empty wine glass:
"Master, what are you looking for?"
Outside the tavern, a woman stood in the rain.
What she was holding in her hand,
It was a nightmare I thought I would never see again in this life.
The most vicious thing in the world is never the zongzi in the tomb.
It's the human heart.
