My name is Qin Feng, and everyone on the street calls me crazy.
In 2006, my father passed away due to pneumoconiosis. The 4,500 surgical fees overwhelmed me. With no other options, I became a disciple of Liu Bantou, a northern tomb robber. I picked up a Luoyang shovel and plunged into the underground world where the sun never shines.
I have traveled all over the north and south with my real Northern Kungfu, including Pre-Qin tombs in western Liaoning, Warring States tombs in western Shanxi, Han tombs in Qinling... In the past ten years, I have visited fifty ancient tombs. Bargaining on the black market, fighting with others, avoiding villagers and inspections, I licked blood on the tip of the knife, thinking I had the confidence to stand out.
Until I was surrounded by the police in front of the Qinling Cliff Tomb, and they locked me in cold handcuffs.
After writing my confession in prison, I suddenly realized that what was stolen by tomb robbers was cultural relics, and what was destroyed was a thousand-year-old culture, not to mention my own life. Grave robbing is against the law, and you will eventually suffer the consequences if you try to take the law by yourself. This is the warning that I have spent half my life paying for with blood and tears.
