Tomb Robbery Diary

Chapter One, Blood Corpse. 50 years ago, in Changsha, Lingzi Ridge. Four tomb raiders were squatting on a mound, and everyone was not speaking, staring straight at the Luoyang shovel on the ground. The shovel still carried the soil that had just been brought out from the underground, and strangely, this cup of soil was constantly seeping out bright red liquid, just like it had just been dipped in blood. "This is a big trouble," the old cigarette butt tapped his dry tobacco on the ground, "Below is a blood corpse, and if not handled properly, all of our stuff might be left down there." "Are we going down or not? Either yes or no, in one word, don't be so complicated!" The one-eyed young man said, "You said that you, an old person, have inconvenient legs and feet, so don't go down. I and my younger brother will go down, and regardless of what it is, we'll just give it a burst of bullets." The old cigarette butt didn't get angry but instead smiled, and said to a big bearded man beside him, "Your second son in the house is so reckless and carefree, who knows when he will cause trouble. You need to educate him more. Our business can't just be handled with a box gun." The big bearded man glared at the young man: "You kid, how can you talk to the old master like this? When the old master was digging for soil, you were still in your mother's womb." "I'm just saying...I said the wrong thing. Didn't the ancestor say that the blood corpse is a good thing? There must be a lot of treasures underneath. If we don't go down, we'll miss out on a pot of soup." "You still dare to talk back!" The big bearded man raised his hand to hit, but was blocked back by the old cigarette butt with his tobacco pipe. "You, as a father, are really something. You only know to hit and hit, and don't even look at where we are now. When you were a kid, weren't you the same? This is called the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked!"