Hyun Gyu's Secret Trace

In the cold museum laboratory, restorer Chen Yuan touched a fragment of a bronze mirror from Zhengzhuang Cemetery with his fingertips. His consciousness was instantly swallowed up by blood and fire! He was overwhelmed by the battlefields of the Spring and Autumn Period, and his seriously injured body turned into a concubine that is unrecorded in history—Ji Yan. The biological mother died unjustly in the cold palace, crying and complaining about the curse of the "Oath of Owl Eyes"; Nan Qiao, who was dressed like fire in red, protected her with her life, and the secret she guarded was buried deep in the netherworld "Yellow Spring": an owl-eyed evil fetus is taking shape, using Zhuang Gong's blood as an altar to devour the resentment of the dead souls! The powerful minister Ji Zhong was pursued and killed like maggots on the tarsus. Every time you peek into the fragments of history, you pay the price by burning your life. Carrying a broken mirror soaked in the blood and tears of his biological mother, Chen Yuan (Ji Yan)'s only way to survive is to step into the ghost blood pool altar where Zhuang Gong's spirit is imprisoned. In the abyss: Nan Qiao burns his soul into a torch, and the sky-burning fire butterfly lights up the road to hell; The blood letter of the biological mother caused the resonance of the broken mirror and tore apart the barrier of the netherworld; On the throne, the shadow of Duke Zhuang's soul was twisted under the evil seal, and the relieved glance that spanned thousands of years penetrated time and space; Using the broken mirror as a guide, the fire of karma burned the sky, eventually annihilating the evil fetus and the blood-stained oath together! When the dust settled, Chen Yuan returned to the world with ancient wounds all over his body and fragments of the core of the bronze mirror. The fragments were as warm as before, as if they were being held tightly by someone's fingertips. However, the whispers of history have not stopped. The setting sun of autumn burned through the clouds on campus, and I caught a startling glimpse against the light - a figure with black hair and an old hairpin stood silently. Is it the embers of blood and fire in the mirror? Or... An old friend who has not returned? A wisp of cold plum fragrance penetrates time and space: Although the owl's eyes are destroyed, the promise of faith remains.