I Work as a Restorer in a Museum

Mo Jinxian was born into a Feng Shui family. Ever since his brain was hit by a coffin board, he has always seen some strange things. Next to the purple clay pot that has been treasured for more than three hundred years, there is always a big man who picks his feet and asks him politely, "I can't pick out the tea stains under my fingernails, can you help me!" On the slips from more than 2,000 years ago that had been moved to another warehouse, a young girl squatted and asked him shyly, "What warehouse number did the little brother who knew the story of the severed sleeves of ancient and modern times move to?" What's even more unbearable is that those ancient jades wrapped in thick paste always look at him eagerly with their big smelly oily heads, "That good man who has opened his heavenly eyes, can you give me a plate? My head is a little itchy!" Mo Jinxian sighed, how good would it be to sell Bagua Mirror at home? Why should you enter a museum? The new article "I am a thug in the Natural Science Editorial Department" is requested for advance notice~ The copy is as follows: The contract signed between You Lin and the Natural Science Editorial Department clearly stated the position of editor, but in reality he acted as a thug. He was a gentle scholar during the day and a fierce and cruel mad dog at night. Outside the hospital morgue, a group of resentful souls were whispering to each other. "Let's go kill people together tonight, don't let that crazy guy find out!" Crazy batch stood behind them and smiled evilly: "Are you talking about me?" The evil ghost that grew on the grave opened its bloody mouth and gnawed clean the people who came to visit the grave. The evil ghost stood on the grave and began to vomit crazily when the Youlin scepter was tapped. "I won't eat it. I won't eat it. I'll give it back to you, including the bones and meat!" The editorial office was mysterious, and there were always some strange people coming in and out. Later, ghost stories about the editorial office began to spread wildly. They said that they saw someone in the editorial office lighting candles for sacrifice in the middle of the night. There were human skin and intestines hanging on the bronze cauldron. The cauldron was bloody and bloody. It was unknown how many people had been killed and eaten human flesh there. You Lin: I accidentally worked overtime too late. Is it an exaggeration to have hot pot together? The secret professions that have been passed down for thousands of years are the hidden guardians of the city, wizards, monster hunters, illusionists, mechanism craftsmen... The thugs in the editorial department each have their own magical powers! Purpose: Dialogue with history during restoration, gain growth from adventure, and gain friendship from difficulties.