At midnight, Luo Xiaoyi received a bizarre food delivery order.
Special instructions: Extra garlic. The Sage is in high spirits tonight.
Delivery address: The tower gate of Yingtian Gate, a scenic site that closes at nine.
He climbed up and saw a line of Jinwu Guards holding torches. Their armor was real iron, and cold to the touch.
Recipient: Zhao Wulang, Captain of the Right Jinwu Guard.
Luo Xiaoyi had been about to call the police.
But the next day, a single Kaiyuan Tongbao appeared in his account, with a note: Tip.
Later, they told him that Luoyang wasn't one city, but thirteen cities stacked on top of one another. And the battered old shovel passed down in his family was the only key that could turn the layers.
Luo Xiaoyi had been about to run.
But the pay they offered was just too good.
