Sixteen years ago, Mangdang Mountain was closed overnight. My father was stigmatized and mysteriously disappeared, and all archaeological records were destroyed.
Everyone in the world said that he fled out of fear of crime, but I was the only one who knew that he had broken through the conspiracy of the living beings hidden in the underground palace.
Sixteen years later, a Yukao 07 copper lock and half an old ancient picture took me into a Han Dynasty cliff tomb that had been sealed for thousands of years.
The hanging rotten wooden plank road kills people, the herbal psychedelic airway is invisible, and the dusty evidence of eighty-seven years of crimes is hidden in the interlayer of the mountain.
The ghosts of the black market lurk in the darkness, and the masterminds behind the scenes cover the sky with their hands. Unjust cases were sealed away in the mountains one after another.
There are no ghosts, gods or evil spirits. The most poisonous thing is the human heart.
With my skills as a craftsman, I led a life and death team to break into the underground palace, dig out the mountains and unravel the case. I vowed to uncover all the lies and let the injustice buried in the mountains be exposed to the world!
After the truth came out, I fell in love with this profession and couldn't change it. The main reason was that I was poor.
