I would like to use this work to pay tribute to the series of tomb robbing notes of the third uncle from the Southern School!
A heroic female folk archaeologist, a young young master with no experience in the world and the huge family behind him, a mature and steady veteran in fighting, and a ruthless smuggler. How many people gather together to scheming or collaborating to create a conspiracy? After all the mechanisms are exhausted, can you see through the fog the truth behind the gears of destiny? One wrong step, one wrong step after another, how to play this game of chess? Ghosts and gods are not as scary as human beings. What is more terrifying than human beings?