I was a poor boy in the mountains of Mohe, helpless and helpless. I came from a poor family and fell into a desperate situation.
At the beginning of the century, when I was young and desperate, I accidentally entered the underground grave robbing business in the north.
Walking on wasteland tombs, identifying ancient soil, holding antiques, and reading people's hearts.
More than ten years passed between north and south, from a young boy to a vicissitudes of middle age.
I have seen strange things in the underground palace, touched thousand-year-old artifacts, mixed with three religions and nine streams, and seen through the world.
There is no magical power, no legendary adventures, only the game of life and death and the light and darkness of human nature on the road to gold.
Listen to me tell you about the real, dangerous, and dusty life of a low-level tomb robber.
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