After his grandfather passed away, Lin Mo inherited a run-down antique shop.
That night, he dreamed of a cracked bowl crying: "I want to go home... It's been eight hundred years..."
When I woke up, the bowl was next to my pillow.
After rummaging through his grandfather's belongings, he discovered a secret: someone was maliciously obstructing the return of the national treasure.
And grandpa's death was not an accident.
"You won't let them go home? Then I will take them back one by one and personally."
