My grandfather worked as a night watchman at the Thousand-Year Tomb for forty years and died suddenly on the night of his retirement. He left me a bronze key and a suicide note with only four words in it - don't go in.
The company went bankrupt and I owed a debt of 600,000 yuan. I fled back to my hometown overnight, thinking that I was going to die anyway. What would I be afraid of if I went to the tomb to see? As a result, when I opened the door, I discovered that the tomb contained not dead bones, but things that had lived for two thousand years.
The day I took over as tombkeeper, the whole mountain trembled. The left hand can judge life and death, and the right hand can judge yin and yang. Even ghosts from the underworld have to call me "Master Pei" when they see me.
But the first taboo brought out from the tomb is: every full moon, you must go back to the coffin and lie down for eight hours. Otherwise, those things that I have restrained will crawl out one by one and seek my life...
