1983, Mang Mountain in western Henan.
I am Chen Shanhe, a small person who runs a stall in Luoyang Antique Street. Relying on half of the "Shanhe Book" left by my grandfather, I have developed a pair of discerning eyes for treasures. People in the industry call me Yiyi Chen.
I thought I would set up a stall and live a stable life in this life.
Until my little sister developed acute leukemia, the sky-high medical expenses overwhelmed everyone.
In order to save lives and survive, I, retired scout Zhao Tiezhu, and disabled Feng Shui genius Shen Sangeng formed a temporary Northern faction iron triangle.
Step into the Fengshan Ghost Tomb on the western slope of Mang Mountain.
The earth is restrained by the mortar, and the walls are sealed with cinnabar. The tomb is not a burial or a sacrifice, but a seal.
There is no imperial mausoleum here, only layers of living organs and thousand-year-old underground forbidden objects.
The shifting of the murals, the sound of crawling on the stone steps, the grooves on the bottom of the coffin, and the heartbeat of the underground.
Only then did I slowly see clearly,
We are not here to fight for money.
We, the Chen family and the Shen family, have been the keepers of the contract for generations to pay off the underground debts.
A copy of the ancient Fang Kingdom that disappeared into the official history.
A map of the Big Dipper underground tombs spanning seven provinces.
A secret contract between mountains and rivers that lasts for three thousand years and must be returned from generation to generation.
From the bronze square lei in western Henan to the seven-story hanging coffin in the Qinling Mountains.
From the Blood Pool in the Ghost Cave in Western Sichuan to the Ancient Tomb of Ten Thousand Corpses in Western Hunan.
The deeper I go underground, the more afraid I become,
What is buried in the soil is never the dead, but the truth that has been erased by history.
