The years I spent as a goldsmith.

Forty years ago, a great flood washed out an ancient tomb of the Warring States. Forty years later, a mysterious will of my grandfather once again introduced me to the tomb. Deep in the mountain ghost village, black hair dumplings, yin and yang children, my partners and I died nine times, but still could not escape from this cursed land! What was it that made two groups of grave robbers die a horrible death? And what is it that scared Grandpa into a fool? Whenever there is an accident, no shovel will be put down, and no gold will be touched when the lights go out. The moment I opened the coffin, I realized that some things are scarier than ghosts .......