Records of the Exorcism Department of Qing Dynasty

Gu Chengyuan knelt on the broken porcelain on the floor, looking at the "World-Suppressing Exorcist" assessment task projected by the system: cracking the "Ancient Sacrifice to Heaven Conspiracy". There are four words written in red in the reward column: The truth about the disappearance of parents. "Brother!" Gu Zhaozhao's scream pierced the air. He looked up and saw his sister being rolled toward the ceiling by a cloud of green mist. Half of a familiar piece of bronze jade was floating in the mist - exactly the same as the piece stuffed under his pillow the night his parents disappeared ten years ago. "Qing Shi Lu, activate the historical skill!" He bit the tip of his tongue and spurted blood, activating the "Pei Min Sword Dance" he had just learned, and the sword energy split the void like a silver dragon. When the blood mist dispersed, he saw himself twenty years ago: five-year-old Chengyuan huddled in the closet with his sister in his arms, stuffing half a piece of jade into his palm, crying with determination: "Brother, the secret of Qing Shilu... Can only be revealed by you." The system prompt tone suddenly changed, and a hoarse male voice mixed in - it was my father! "A Yuan, don't believe the Exorcism Department... Our 'sacrifice to heaven' is to suppress... The ancient..." The words stopped abruptly. Gu Chengyuan held the jade tightly and looked at his sister's gradually disappearing fingertips. His eyes were full of blood: "Dad, Mom, this time - I'm here to control it."