My name is Chen Yun, I am twenty-seven this year, and I guard the ancestral antique shop "Gujin Pavilion" in the old street in the south of the city. Others open a shop to make money, but I open a shop to survive - none of the men in the family live to be fifty, it's like a life reminder.
I make a living by restoring antiques, and I rely on them to "sustain my life." The remaining "vitality" in those old objects is my only medicine. Compasses from the Republic of China, Xixia bone carvings, blood jade cicadas from the Han Dynasty... The more ancient they are, the longer I sleep. The price is that every night in my dreams, there is always a sinister man calling me by the name of my previous life, his eyes like ice picks.
Until that night, someone brought me a thousand-year-old painting from under the old locust tree in a mass grave in the western suburbs.
The man in the painting is as handsome as a demon, looking back sideways - exactly the face in my dream.
What's even more frightening is that the position of his fingertips is exactly the same as the three-point birthmark on my chest.
The old objects in the shop began to move one after another, and someone in the dark was staring at me. Only then did I realize that what this shop was selling was not just antiques, but also my life. And the deadline of fifty is not the end, but just the beginning of this thousand-year contract.
Now, I want to find the legendary "Dragon Bone Book" before I completely become the person in the painting. Either tear up this contract of betrayal that spans thousands of years, or... It becomes the contract itself.
