On the operating table of the women's prison, Ye Fan used a Dunhuang flying silk painting to wrap the wound of a dying female prisoner. The moment the silk painting was soaked in blood, the Bodhisattva in the mural actually opened his scarlet pupils.
A wealthy female Wall Street woman spent a billion to beg him to repair her body, but she didn't know that the transplanted antique organs contained a poison that could eat up greed.
The nine artifacts of the country that were exiled overseas were just "supplements" in Ye Fan's hands!
When the Louvre's "Picture of Proverbs for Women's History" seeped out ink-colored human blood, and the sun-changing celestial lamp in the National Museum of Japan crawled out with centipede incantations, the global black market went crazy.
And the initiator of all this is the international black market, the top treasure appraiser, Qilin.
Ye Fan is Qilin.
But now, Ye Fan is actually imprisoned in the ancient women's prison.
"Lock me?"
"Impossible!"
When Ye Fan stepped out of prison, the legend of Ye Fan began.
