You Can't Just Dismiss the Supernatural

Shocking news made the rounds in their circle: Ning Capital's second young master, Ning Qize, had won a bronze statue of Zhenwu at an auction house affiliated with the British Museum, and would be returning it to China for donation.

But anyone familiar with Ning Qize knew that Captain Ning of the Special Cases Unit was a cold-blooded monster who loved nothing but guns. He had no interest whatsoever in archaeology or treasures.

This was just a mission. Ning Qize believed only in science and the gun in his hand.

But that night, eight hundred years flowed by, and a cold, low voice emerged from the statue of Zhenwu:

“Are you willing to bankrupt yourself just to possess me?”

The next day, Ning Qize booked an appointment with a neurologist.

Life was full of surprises.

The following autumn, Special Cases Unit One was battling a cross-border terrorist group at a mountaintop when a small path, absent from satellite maps, suddenly appeared in the wilderness. Ning Qize escaped certain death, and that cool, detached voice drifted out once more:

“I told you, this is my sanctuary.”

Ning Qize: ...

A cool, wolfish beauty as the shou x a bored god from ancient times, now living in the modern world, as the gong

Theme: Protect national treasures