Back to the Haunted Tomb

Lin Mo is mute. In the car accident three years ago, he was the only survivor among thirty-seven children. He has never spoken since. By day, he works as a security guard at the Han Tomb Scenic Area; by night, he sits staring at a photo of his daughter, "Chang'an."

Su Wan is lame. Three years ago, while tracking down stolen artifacts in Xinjiang, she was swallowed by quicksand and nearly died. When she woke, her left leg was gone, but her right hand was clutching a roll of Han Dynasty silk with writing no one could decipher. It showed a three-story ancient tomb. Beneath the lowest level lay a secret, one that could let her "buy back" her leg.

Two broken people, one agreement: open the third-level stone coffin and each take what they need.

But inside the coffin were no gold or silver, no jade, only a complete skeleton covered in inscriptions. The skeleton said, "I don't eat people, and people don't eat me."

They thought that was the whole truth.

When they returned to the ancient tomb the next day, the skeleton was gone. Lying in the stone coffin was the tour guide who had been missing from the scenic area for three days. Her corpse was still warm, and her heart was still beating faintly.

And a new line had been carved into her back:

"Who said I hadn't eaten?"