Eighteen years ago, beneath the raven moon in a quiet night.
In the corner of a wasteland in Qinshan Tongyang county, there was a disharmonious rustling of noises. The sound turned out to be a gang of grave robbers that was digging a hole in a tomb. The gang of grave robbers came from a family grave robber gang. There were five members in the gang, and they were all relatives that carried the same surname.
At that moment, there was a person named Yuan Shucai, who was working at the top in the robbers' hole. The comrades above him quickly pulled him up from the hole.
Yuan Shucai brought out a basket of soil, and one of his brothers quickly took over the basket to pour the soil into the deep groove faraway.
"Shucai," an elderly grave robber called. "See the water yet?"
"No, dad!" Yuan Shucai answered. "I've looked. It is quite dry. I reckon, in another few meters, we will be able to enter!"