Hunting Without Harvesting at Night

He is the most elite reconnaissance and vanguard soldier in the Ming Dynasty army. He is good at sneaking in the mountains and forests and infiltrating behind enemy lines. He is the sharpest hidden blade in the hands of the frontier army. I used to be the commander of the Liaodong Tieling Guards at night, and I was lucky enough to survive in the blood and fire of Saarhu. In the forty-seventh year of Wanli Period, I took off my jacket and became a ghost codenamed "Ye Wuchang". I had only one mission: to sneak into the darkness and find the "sun". My partner Zhang Huaizhi is a ghost who hides deeper than me. He wears the mask of a wandering Japanese monk, but in his bones flows the blood of a mausoleum keeper who protects the Chinese dragon veins. His feud is the Sun Society, a mysterious Japanese pirate organization that worships the "Eight-rayed Sun" and attempts to steal the secrets of national destiny. And our battlefield begins with a Khitan Suspicious Tomb buried deep in the Yiwulu Mountain. Now, the two of us, one bright and one dark, have entered into this deadly chess game that spans thousands of years of history. We identify authenticity among piles of old papers, crack secrets in the underground palaces of imperial mausoleums, and dance with the enemy in teahouses and restaurants. We chase the shadow of the "sun" just to completely extinguish it before it shines brightly in Liaodong. Who is the hunter and who is the prey? When the last layer of disguise peels off, is the real "sun" hanging on the dragon's veins, or is it burning in the hearts of people?