Museum Security Guard: Crushing the Heavenly Dao

Late at night, the museum corridor is empty, with only a single cold beam of light wavering in the gloom.

Xiao Yi strolls past row after row of display cases with his hands behind his back, looking completely unconcerned.

His footsteps are light, as though he’s afraid to break the silence.

The beam from the old flashlight in his hand slides over the glass exhibits, occasionally catching tiny glimmers of reflected light and adding to the eerie atmosphere.