On TV, there is a broadcast about the excavation of the tombs of princes in the barren mountains of Kaifeng. There are so many ancient tombs in the parallel world that it is commonplace.
The Ru kiln porcelain vase given by an old friend pops up faint blue data on the retina, saying that it came from the tomb of Song Yingzong.
Turning around to look in the mirror, I saw a line of words floating above my head.
Even the voices of living people can be read, and these eyes gradually see through the shadows of Xiling warriors hidden around them.
The world is not that simple.
