In the Fog of the Republic of China, I Can Hear Dead People Sneezing

Shen Qinghe, a girl who grew up in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River during the Republic of China. There was a severe drought that year, and the river bottom cracked open to reveal ancient monuments, attracting people from all walks of life to focus on this fog-shrouded wasteland. It is said that there is a secret treasure from the previous dynasty buried underneath, which can change one's destiny, but everyone knows that no one who has ever entered here needs to come out completely. The city's shopkeepers, charlatan warlocks, and warlord spies all have ulterior motives, and are robbing tombs under the guise of archeology. My ancestor was a mausoleum keeper, and he passed down a fragment of a handbook, saying that the underground was a "yin-yang seam" and that living people should not touch it. But in order to save my father who was seriously ill, I followed a motley team to the first door. The fog lingers all year round, and as soon as night falls, you can hear bells ringing underground, as if someone is ringing to announce a funeral. Later I realized that this place was not a place to hide treasures, but to seal souls. The further down you go, the harder it is to tell which is a person and which is a shadow. And my life experience is actually related to the coffin in the deepest part of this underground palace.