Lin Xiaoman, a loser in the Department of Archeology, received a mysterious courier - a rotten lacquer box containing a bronze bell from the Qin Dynasty. The inner wall of the bell was engraved with "Xu Fu's last writing: The elixir of longevity is in the eyes of the twelve golden people."
Wang Dachui's electronic turtle suddenly began to broadcast in a Shaanxi accent: "Alarm! Alert! The Wrath of the Zulong is detected and is approaching! It is expected that there will be a subsidence in our store in three minutes. Suggested escape plan: A. Take the main entrance B. Jump out of the window C. Get into the bronze tripod and pretend to be a cultural relic."
Ayiguli suddenly unhooked her waist chain and threw it towards the beam: "Hold on!" The moment we grabbed her waist chain, the floor of the entire milk tea shop dropped rapidly like an elevator. Broken pearls are suspended in the air, milk foam rising from the bronze tripod reflects the entire upside-down underground palace of Qin Shihuang's mausoleum, and the lucky cat with milk tea is sitting on a dragon boat on the mercury river and waving to us.
