Sent back to the rural countryside of the 1960s, I went from an archaeology graduate student in my previous life to an educated youth scraping a living from the soil. I came with a golden finger: mastery of folk tomb-raiding techniques, along with a head full of esoteric arts and methods for locating dragon veins and treasure. Just as I was worrying that I had no chance to put them to use, strange things started happening at an old village grave. The village Party secretary singled me out and told me to go "take a look."
