My name is Lu Chaoyang, and I run a mutton soup restaurant in Chaoyang, Liaoning.
My greatest skill in this life is to cook a pot of good soup and recognize a few pieces of old jade.
Until early that morning, a jade pig dragon of unknown origin bit my hand.
Since then, everything has changed.
The archaeological team sealed my shop, and a female doctor named Chu Yao put jade handcuffs on me and told me that five thousand years ago, I was her son-in-law.
What's even more sinister is that the last sentence in the ancient marriage certificate is:
The son-in-law dies and the queen returns.
I thought it was just an old ritual of madmen.
But the missing archaeological team, the Chaoyang City hanging upside down underground, the things sleeping under the twin towers, the eight jade locks and the "ninth jade" that never really existed, gradually dragged me into a situation that lasted for thousands of years.
Everyone tells me:
If you want to save Chu Yao, someone has to die.
If you want to save Chaoyang City, someone must be a sacrifice.
But I've been making mutton soup for twenty years, and what I hate the most is others setting the rules for me.
Why do you have to kill one person first to save a group of people?
Since this rule requires cannibalism——
Then I'll throw this 5,000-year-old pot away.
