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In the fourteenth year of the Dali calendar, there was snow in Tongguan. I, Shen Twelve, had two fingers broken off on my left hand, and was poisoned by the poison in my body. I carried half of a blood-stained copper transport talisman in my arms, and only had a half-broken iron horizontal sword in my hand. Outside the museum, 300 Wei Bo Silver Spear Tooth Soldiers, Shence Army Archers and Crossbowmen, and half the world's pursuers blocked all ways to survive. They wanted the canal transport plan in my arms, and they wanted my head. Ten years ago, my master Su Dinghe, just outside Tongguan, was accused of colluding with the feudal town and guarding and stealing, and was executed in the city. I snatched my master's only daughter back from the bloody execution ground and became the number one criminal in the Tang Dynasty. I was on the run for ten years just to clear my master's wrongdoing. But the more I investigated, the clearer I became that it was never my life that was being snatched up in the world, but the Grand Canal that runs from north to south. It is the only lifeline of the Tang Dynasty and the livelihood of millions of people in Jianghuai. The vassal town wants to stop it and start an army to rebel, the court wants to swallow it up to enrich its own pockets, and the rivers and lakes want to rob it for profit and power. There is no fantasy in this world, no internal energy, no flying over the walls. There are only sword-to-knife fights, shocking calculations at every step, a river of water, a half-life blood feud, and a dead end. I went from being a desperado who only wanted to seek personal revenge to becoming the last gate guarding the Cao River. The wind and snow in Tongguan have poured into the hall door, and my broken sword has been unsheathed. Today, whoever dares to touch this Cao River will have his head chopped off and fed to the fish in the canal!

I am Xi Zhuo, nicknamed Xi Bandeng. My left eye is congenitally night-blind and my right hand is covered with thousands of years of bronze. I am the last restorer of cultural relics in the Shouchu clan. I will never think of actively robbing tombs in my life. But my father, who had been missing for 26 years, dragged me directly to the tomb-explosion site in the Tianyuan Mountains with a finger bone bearing my own mark when I was ten years old: overseas smuggling gangs were looting coffins and blasting through pre-Qin sacrificial pits, forest rangers were killed, thousand-year-old cultural relics were on the verge of being destroyed, and the advance archaeological team was trapped. As an agency consultant, I joined the rescue excavation, from the Hanjun Army Tomb to the Wuling Cicada Cave. I broke through the thousand-year-old agency with a repair carving knife, chased the lost national treasure, uncovered the mole, found the biological father, and fought to the death to loot the coffin. After guarding the coffin for three thousand years, I only protect the continuity of the text, but the ultimate secret of the treasure house of thousands of coffins in the forbidden world is waiting for me to reveal it with my own hands...