On the day Shen Wu Jiu fled from the border to the capital, he only had a family heirloom copper coin left on him. In the dark market, he bet all his wealth on this copper coin - "Boss, this bronze knight is fake." Before he finished speaking, a strange scene appeared in front of his eyes: the caster poisoned the craftsman and buried the knight to seal it. A hundred years later, this fake knight stained with human lives will kill all the generals of the dynasty. Is this a system reward? Is it a golden finger or a reminder from my future self? Shen Wujiu sneered, there is only one rule in the dark market: eyesight is the sword, truth and falsehood are life. He has an eye for antiques, and even more so for people's hearts. The handles of the powerful people of the current dynasty, the secret letters of the border generals, the jade seals of the princesses of the previous dynasty... Behind every authentic product is a blood debt, and behind every fake product is a conspiracy. Until that day, he deduced the truth about his mentor's death - the murderer was standing in front of him, and the "reward" given by the system was to let him personally save the enemy's life. "What the future gives me is never answers, but choices." Shen Wujiu overturned the card table in the dark market. Behind him was the pursuit of the nine admirals of the capital, and in front of him was the beacon fire of 30,000 cavalry at the border. In his hand, he only had a copper coin and a piece of advice from the future: "Don't believe me."
