Northern Faction Palm Eye: the First Tomb I Robbed Was Wrong

Tomb robbers will not see the light of day and will not have a good death. Their lives are tied to three feet of loess, and their wealth is tied to blood debt. ——This is Yin Xing. Once you get into this business, you can never look back. The first time I went to the ground, I encountered three strange things. Luoyang shoveled down seventeen meters, and the soil brought up was from the Warring States Period, but the ground showed that it was a Ming Dynasty tomb. My grandfather's name is engraved on the green bricks in the tomb passage. The etching is fresh, as if it was only engraved three days ago. The moment the coffin was opened, there were no bones inside, only a yellowed notebook with the words on the cover - "Jiu'er, don't go down." My name is Chen Jiu, the grandson of Chen Shoushan, the Northern sect's Xunlongzhangyan. My grandfather disappeared in 1998 when the tomb collapsed. Everyone said he was dead. But the handwriting in this notebook belongs to my grandfather. In order to repay the loan shark interest rate of 120,000 yuan to my father who had suffered a stroke, I broke the family rules and teamed up with a southern ghost and a mute to go to the ground for the first time. Identifying soil, digging holes, measuring oxygen, draining gas, breaking quicksand, removing flaps, cleaning coffins - there are no rice dumplings, no ghosts and gods, only the suffocation of hypoxia, the despair of landslides, and the never-guessing human heart. Under this Ming Dynasty tomb, there is also a Warring States tomb. What my Chen family has guarded for generations is not the art of tomb robbing, but the secret of an ancient royal tomb.