[Northern School tomb raiding + stories from the Northeast + pure technical know-how + no System, gods, or ghosts]
My name is Chang San. I’m from Chaoyang, Liaoning.
When I was fifteen, desperate for a full meal, I joined two reckless buddies in breaking into the Liao-dynasty princess’s tomb by the reservoir.
Other people fear zombies and ghosts. I’m only afraid of being poor and hungry!
From the Western Zhou dynasty through the Ming and Qing, if a tomb had anything worth taking, there wasn’t an entrance I couldn’t find.
Use a Luoyang shovel to read the soil and determine the tomb’s location;
Smell the air to identify the dynasty, open the coffin, and search for treasure.
In this line of work, the rule is: don’t dawdle.
Blast your way in, smash through every obstacle, and gather up everything valuable in the tomb as quickly as possible!
Along the way, I’ve seen human hearts more poisonous than ghosts and gods, and bonds brighter than gold.
Once you’ve entered this line of work, your life and death are up to fate, and wealth and rank are in the hands of heaven.
Ladies and gentlemen, sit back and listen as I, Chang San, tell you some old stories from the Northern School of tomb raiding...
