Ximen Fengduo's Luoyang shovel had just pried open the third blue brick when the stone slab beneath his feet suddenly collapsed.
"Fuck!"
He only had time to curse out this word before his whole body fell into darkness.
It wasn't falling vertically - it was spinning and falling, like being thrown into a drum washing machine. His stomach was churning, and countless broken images flashed before his eyes: the Taotie pattern on the bronze tripod, the blood streaks swimming in the jade, and... A pale smiling face that stretched from ear to ear.
