Jiuqiu: There's Something Wrong with My Underground Palace Diary.

The night I crossed death row, I was collecting the corpses of an old tomb robber. He handed me a bronze hook: "Nine tripods hold mountains and rivers? Lies! They are nine sources of disaster..." The prefect's knife was pressed against his throat. I escaped into an ancient tomb that "called people." When he came out of the tomb, everyone in the world said: He who wins the cauldron wins the world. Only I know that the first thing every tripod does when they wake up is to say whether the person who comes is worthy of living.