Summary: Ji Xiaoxiao inherited her family's antique shop that was about to close down, and an ancestral "problem" - she could hear antiques talking to the dead.
But none of these "old guys" are serious!
The ghost of the general of the Qin Dynasty boasted that he had a dozen of five hundred, but in the end he couldn't even remember the tomb door mechanism.
The remnant soul of the dancing girl from the Han Dynasty is crying. The gossip in the review is thicker than the tomb robbing notes, and there is not a single key clue.
Faced with this group of "informants" who were full of lies and jokes, Ji Xiaoxiao could only roll up her sleeves, pick up an abacus, and act as a "judge" in the ancient tomb.
"Want me to help you redeem yourself? You can, in exchange for a piece of true information."
"What? You said there is a big rice dumpling in the tomb next door? No, according to my judgment, it is obviously private money!"
Other heavenly masters went to the tomb: looking for dragon points, precious light to protect the body, peach wood sword, black dog blood.
Ji Xiaoxiao went to the grave: melon seeds, a bench, a notebook, and a loudspeaker.
"Come on, let's do a live interview. Brother, how did you feel when you were cut in half? Yes, don't run away, I'm just asking you!"
When everyone thought she was a charlatan who made a living through crooked ways, only the mysterious and cold man who always followed her - Yan Junxun knew that this woman who was full of talk and obsessed with money was unveiling truths that had been sealed for thousands of years in an unprecedented way.
And behind the truth is a huge whirlpool that far exceeds their imagination.
