Grave Robbery: the Descendants of Colonel Mo Jin

On a snowy night in western Hunan, a steel whip shot through the air to kill a hungry wolf. The Taoist priest Bishan led the way, and the entrance to Yelang's ancient tomb collapsed. I clutched the corpse beating whip passed down by Jin Abacus, and the edged incantation touched the palm of my hand. Hua Ling handed over the roasted wolf meat, and Partridge Whistle suddenly whispered—— There are things belonging to your master in this tomb.