"Travelers" in the rubble
"Boom——"
The deafening sound of collapse was still echoing in her ears. Tao Aixi felt like she had been thrown into a drum washing machine, and all the bones in her body were screaming. Her last memory was of accompanying a major client, Mr. Zhang, the top domestic private equity fund manager, to inspect "ancient building investment projects" in an ancient Han Dynasty palace to be restored on the outskirts of Xi'an. Mr. Zhang is passionate about "cultural IP" and wants to transform the ancient palace into a place for Internet celebrities to check in. Tao Aixi, as his exclusive agent, is explaining the "tourist flow forecast model of the ancient palace" on a tablet, but the floor tiles under his feet suddenly cracked with a huge crack, followed by an earth-shaking fall.
"Cough, cough cough..."
The choking dust got into her nose, and Tao Aixi opened her eyes suddenly, her vision blurred. She wanted to raise her hand to rub her eyes, but found an excruciating pain in her right arm. When she looked up, she saw a half-person-high bluestone slab pressing on her forearm. There was fresh soil on the edge of the slab, not the white marble bricks in the ancient palace.
"Where... Is this?"
