
I Live Broadcast to Appraise Treasures, but Netizens Ask Me to Commit Suicide
About This Novel
I was a down-and-out anchor who was expelled from the Archeology Department, until I picked up a bronze fragment in Kunlun Mountain. The moment I touched it, I saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood-a giant bronze door hundreds of feet high standing in the clouds, with a pale hand stretching out from the crack in the door. The live broadcast room exploded: "Anchor, don't move!" "What is that-" "Run!" I didn't run. Because I discovered that I can see the "past life" of every cultural relic. Since then, the style of my live broadcasts has been distorted: appreciating the authentic works of Tang Bohu, and a love letter from four hundred years ago fell out of the painting; exploring the Loulan ancient tomb, the queen predicted that the bronze door will open on the day when the hourglass turns upside down; in the South China Sea shipwreck, the bronze Buddha opened his eyes and said to me - "You are finally here, son of the gatekeeper." Today, I stand in front of the last door. The barrage flooded the screen: "Can you open it?" Behind the door, it was my father's voice: "Lin Yi, don't open the door."
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