Those Years When I Was Robbing Tombs

A Warring States wine bottle pulled me into a misty chess game, where a person on the ground went deep into the abyss of the earth... In the coffin, is it the countless gold and silver treasures, or the terror of sharp teeth and fangs... The scarlet eyes in the darkness are messengers from hell, or the fierce glare of greedy people... Welcome to watch, those years when I was robbing tombs.