Chen Pipi, the stingiest treasure-appraisal streamer on the entire internet, bought a broken pottery jar for ten yuan and brought a “thousand-year-old debt of love” down on himself...
Su Qingqing, a cool and beautiful restorer of ancient books, showed up at his door with a selfie stick and immediately demanded to examine his “lifeline” (the pottery jar, that is). When the two of them were trapped in an ancient tomb, prying open coffins with a selfie stick; using a milk-tea spoon to read the feng shui of a subway construction pit; and arranging tripe into a Nine Palaces formation in a hotpot restaurant, the livestream chat suddenly exploded: “You two are robbing tombs in exactly the same poses as the figures in the murals!”
A confidential archaeological report revealed that the priestess Su of the Nanzhao Kingdom had deliberately falsified a divination to protect the crown prince, changing the fate of the kingdom by enduring the punishment of being torn apart by five horses. And every time Su Qingqing shielded me from a blade in a modern-day brush with death, the place where she was struck perfectly matched the fractures in the ancient skeleton.
When the head of a smuggling ring gripped my throat and sneered, “Where is the Phoenix Heart?” the livestream chat began scrolling with oracle-bone love poems from a thousand years ago. Su Qingqing pressed a Luoyang shovel against my Adam’s apple and said, “The password is... that night your heart rate went over 120, I pretended not to hear it.”
(Featuring: absurdist mystery, sweet romance between intellectual equals, parallel ancient and modern escape-room storylines, and lifesaving stunts in the livestream chat.)
