Narrative of a Tomb Robber

Nine years ago, my grandfather encountered a sinister soldier in northern Shanxi who wanted to borrow food and was abandoned in the wilderness. Seven years ago, my father encountered a Yangtze eel and was drained of his blood. Five years ago, my second uncle was drained of all the oil by Luxi people and abandoned in the desert. Three years ago, I was imprisoned and escaped death. My name is Li Tiansheng, a notorious 'pangolin' who does not hesitate to die.