I opened my eyes and saw history bleeding.
When restoring cultural relics, my left eye suddenly changed and I could actually see a thousand years of blood - the Qin general and the Queen of Baiyue were melted back to back into bronze, and the Nanjing city wall oozed blood and tears from the Qin seal. As a cultural relic restorer, I was involved in this apocalypse that spanned two thousand years. The Orion reaper hangs high in the starry sky, coming every 180 years to devour the memory of civilization. The last fire in China was actually a breathing ear of rice, with a miniature universe hidden within the grain.
"You are the last generation of gatekeepers." The archaeologist named Lin Jingque told me. Her family has been guarding the gates for two thousand years. "You are also the reincarnation of the Orion observers."
The dual blood of protection and destruction flows in my body. The truth behind the disappearance of his parents that year, the mycelial tears of the mother and concubine of the Lishan Underground Palace that spanned thousands of years, the seal of the thirteenth level of the ghost gate under Zhennan Pass... All clues point to a countdown: when the DNA base pairs of the base of the Heman Cauldron return to zero, it will be the day when Chinese civilization is harvested.
And the reaper's "Elegy" told me: "We are not plundering, we are begging. Our civilization has long been frozen into ashes in absolute rationality."
The left hand is inheritance, the right hand is destruction. This time, I will not make multiple choice questions - I will let the bronze open its mouth, let the rice ears form a boat, and build a back-to-back bridge for two dying civilizations on the night when the Nine Purple Fire is lit.
