The Grave Robbers' Chronicles: The Moonlit Mystery

It rained in Hangzhou for ten days and ten nights, and business at Wu Xie's antique shop was dismal. Then a man, soaked from head to toe, walked in, left behind a bronze bell with its clapper missing, and said, “The remnants of the Wang family have nested again in Changsha.” At the same time, a secret letter from Xie Yuchen arrived: a corpse had surfaced in the Xiang River, stones stuffed into its eye sockets. Every victim had once served the Old Nine Gates. Every clue pointed to the legendary Wangyue Tower, a place said to drive people mad. Fatty rubbed his hands together. “Naive, are we going on a trip this time, or tearing the place down?”