The steam train roared, and Shen Zhu knelt in the soot-filled carriage to wipe the gears. His fingertips scratched a piece of rusty scrap metal, and his pupils shrank suddenly - this thing had a hundred-year-old curse left on it. There were only three viewers in the underground live broadcast room laughing: "Are gray people worthy of appreciating treasures? Go back and dig coal." Shen Zhu silently brought the scrap iron close to the camera and pointed at the barely visible etching lines on it: "This is the first generation of the 'eroded rail' bearing, a sacred object lost by the Privy Council." The next second, three thousand people poured into the live broadcast room, and a purple mark lit up on the scrap iron. Nobles spent huge sums of money to buy it, warlords in the outer ring sent out invitations, and even the steam chariots of the Privy Council began to follow his signal. However, Shen Zhu stared at the blood-red countdown on the system panel - there was only one day left to maintain his talent, and he had to devour the "fragments" of an old enemy. The first target marked by the system is the defected curse weapon master who rescued him from the ghost carp ten years ago and is now wanted. "Either kill him or die." The system's voice was cold. Shen Zhu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled at the camera: "Dear viewers, today's treasure appraisal is about the living people on the Privy Council's wanted list." In the outer wasteland, the man who had rescued him raised his head with complicated eyes.
