My name is Zhou Mancang, and I’m from Changsha.
In the summer of 1994, I pried open an unclaimed wooden crate in the luggage room at Changsha Railway Station.
Inside lay a man’s corpse. In its pocket was an ID photo taken of me that very day, and the name on the shipping label was mine. Not long afterward, my workplace received a death registration form stamped with an official red seal.
I was still alive, yet someone was in a hurry to erase me from the world.
To hold on to my own name, I followed my uncle, He Danian, into the coffin passage beneath the freight yard. An abandoned opera house, a sunken ship in Dongting Lake, a black mine in Xuefeng Mountain, Paper Doll Hollow, Iron Buddha Temple: behind every tomb lay the same line of business.
They weren’t just robbing tombs. They were stealing the names, identities, and lives of the living.
And my father, missing for fifteen years, seemed to have been waiting for me all along on this road of the dead.
😳 The story is ups and downs and enjoyable, an immersive exploration of the mystery of the ancient tomb, the plot is exciting and brain-burning, you won't be able to put it down after reading it 🤭