Chen Siwen squatted on the street and used a magnet to pick up a rusty rune coin. There are seventeen people in the live broadcast room, and the total amount of rewards is thirty-two cents. "This is an imitation." He licked his chapped lips, "The inscription has two wrong nodes." No one knew that the scene from five hundred years ago was flowing backwards in his pupils - every brick in this city was once filled with the blood of his brothers. A barrage passed by: "The anchor has made up a story again." Chen Siwen smiled and pressed the rewind button. The world rewinds. In his memory, his mother's face became blurry again. When he woke up again, he raised the coin to the camera: "This is the martyr token of the 'Court of Runes'. Whoever throws it into the trash will be the real culprit of the family's destruction." The live broadcast room exploded. The Jiuding Zaibao's legal letter, Thor Zhou's thunder hammer, Iron Beard King's dwarf caravan... All flocked to this wandering anchor. Behind Chen Siwen, Hela Zhao silently raised her mobile phone and started the live broadcast: "Everyone, witness the cleaning of the inscription." Five hundred years of lies must be paid back one by one today. As for the cost? He had almost forgotten his name.
