The compass spun like crazy in my hand.
It's not accurate to say it's crazy, it's more like some kind of convulsion before death. The pointer hit the edge of the dial and made a crisp sound, as if something was about to come out of the ground.
I squatted at the end of the tomb passage, and the beam of flashlight swept across the bronze door in front of me. There is no lock on the door, not even a keyhole, only dense reliefs, all of which are distorted human faces, with their mouths open, as if they are howling silently. When I first joined the industry, I followed my old master to visit several tombs of the Song Dynasty, and I saw some tomb-killing beasts and stone servants, but I had never seen this kind of formation - these faces were so real, as if they were cast on living people by pouring copper water on them.
