
Celadon Reflects the Blood Moon
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On the night when celadon collided with the rusty blade, Su Wan's agarwood beads rolled down beside Gu Linyuan's bronze bracelet. She wrapped herself in the moonlight and repaired the cracks in the cultural relics, but she could not repair the blood curse of her family of tomb robbers; he held a magnifying glass to detect thousands of years of lies, but he could not see the moist starlight in the eyes of the descendants of his old enemy. When the archeology professor discovered the double life of the cultural relic restorer, the disappearance of his parents twenty years ago and the bronze code of the Eternal Life Cauldron overlapped on the laboratory screen. When the Dunhuang star map appeared in the faded part of the silk book, the wheelchair hacker deciphered the shocking conspiracy - in the fake dynasty carefully reproduced by the yandere antique dealer, every imitation pattern is a spell to awaken the ancient evil. The bloody moonlight penetrated the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum, and the agarwood beads on Su Wan's wrist burst open, revealing the bones and blood of the tomb keeper that had been sealed for hundreds of years. Gu Linyuan took off his color blindness correction glasses and saw clearly for the first time the gilded veins of the mandala birthmark on her shoulder. When the archaeological brush sweeps across the last Taotie pattern of the Eternal Life Cauldron, the two-way redemption finally becomes a blade that pierces the eternal night, cutting through the bloody moonlight that spans thousands of years. "Article 1 of the Code of Cultural Relics Restoration" What cannot be repaired is the human heart and fate. And he held her rusty fingertips amid the sound of broken porcelain: "Let's recreate the Song Dynasty."
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