Tricky Living Tomb

"This tomb is alive." Grandpa grabbed my wrist before he died. In order to find out the truth, I followed the archaeological team into Shemu Ridge in southern Yunnan, but encountered moving tunnels, bloodthirsty vines and faded murals. What's even weirder is that the content of the mural predicts how each of us will die, and the first thing that comes true is the mysterious dissolution of the team leader. The cold-faced female expert who was traveling with her suddenly sneered: "Didn't your grandfather tell you? This tomb only caters to knowledgeable people." We fled into the main tomb in a panic, only to find the coffin wide open and empty inside. The stone door behind him suddenly closed, and blood-red writing slowly appeared on the wall: Welcome home. Only then did I remember that in the family genealogy, the names of all the ancestors who disappeared in Shemu Ridge gradually turned into the exact same handwriting as mine.