"I wiped the broken bamboo slips I picked up from the scrap station with my sleeve, and suddenly a line of bloody words popped up in front of my eyes - [Vital value: 999/piece, system is being activated].
I squatted on the ground covered with broken iron and broken porcelain, my hands shaking.
The old jade bracelet left by my grandma felt hot against my skin. This was my third part-time job collecting old objects, a strange thing that happened.
The first two times, half a piece of bronze mirror with a missing corner was collected, and there was no movement after the system entered the 'primary level'; this time, it was even more sinister. A yellowish silk scroll fell out of the bamboo slips, which read, 'The remaining soul of Xuantongzi, whoever takes away my relics will die.'
'Boss, do you want this broken bamboo slip?
' Lao Zhang, the scrap collector, came over with a cigarette in his mouth and said, 'My grandson said this thing can be sold for money, but it looks like a fire stick to me.
'
My Adam's apple twitched, and I slapped the last two hundred yuan in my pocket on his greasy table: "Yes, more money."
As soon as my hand touched the bamboo slips, the system prompts sounded in my mind: [Ancient monk's relics detected, do you want to recycle them?
As soon as the recycle button was pressed, thunder suddenly exploded outside the window.
There was a gloomy voice close to my ear: 'Little Taoist priest, are you worthy of reading my "Secret of Immortality"?
'
What's even more terrible is that Shen Qingzhu, who always has a cold face at the Cultural Relics Restoration Institute, is standing at my door at the moment, holding up a jade plaque with the same pattern as my bamboo slip: 'The thing that my grandfather has been looking for for twenty years is here with you?
