In the seventh year of the Republic of China, there were heavy rains, and Zhaoling was shrouded in a chill.
The old stonemason Li Zhuo huddled in the hut of the tomb keeper, listening to the thunder outside the window and the faint sound of metal cutting, his heart felt like a knife. He knew that the people of the military governor Chen Shufan were attacking the "Six Horses".
A bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, illuminating the room pale. At this moment, the door was pushed open silently, and an old man with a soaked body and a face as pale as paper stood at the door.
"Li Tang... The guardian of the tomb..." The old man's voice seemed to come from the ground, carrying a chilly air. "They touched something they shouldn't have touched. The 'White-Tied Crow' is not a stone, but a key! If the dragon's veins are disrupted, three hundred miles of Chang'an will be transformed into Zeguo!"
Li Zhuo trembled and wanted to ask again, but the old man put a cold fish-shaped talisman made of black iron into his hand and shouted: "Remember, 'Xuanwu weeps blood, the key appears!' If you can't keep it, it will be a disaster!" After that, the old man turned around and disappeared into the rain, disappearing without a trace, as if he had never appeared.
Li Zhuo lowered his head and looked at the black iron fish charm engraved with strange cloud patterns in his hand. An ominous premonition grabbed his throat.
