Archaeological Restricted Area

I, Chen Xu, graduated from the Department of Archeology of Peking University Until I was forced to clean a newly unearthed Western Zhou bronze figurine with my bare hands during a rescue excavation. Before the cold touch dissipated, my mind was flooded with memories that didn't belong to me - hot copper water, desperate roars, and a curse that lasted for three thousand years. From that day on, I suffered from an "occupational disease" called "touching the bones and clearing the deepest parts of the world". Every ancient object I touched whispered to me. History never truly rests. They are just sealed in the mezzanine of time, waiting for a wrong touch to surge out. I was involved in a secret agency called the "Department of Civilization Sustainability", whose task was to deal with these "historical poisons" that were released due to "archaeology" and should not exist. They said I had to stay away from all normal people. But Shen Qingyan, the Chinese style blogger who broke in like a ray of sunshine, stood firmly by my side with a camera. Together, we uncovered a chilling truth: the source of these strange events is that the anchor points of the nine "Guo Zhending Tripods", the cornerstone of Chinese civilization, are failing one by one. A cult that believes in "forgetting is liberation" is systematically destroying them. In the dead ruins, decipher the ancient rules of killing; In the chaotic memory, salvage the forgotten warmth of humanity. When your hand shovel digs the boundary of hell, and all you have is a fairly smart mind and a person who is willing to stare into the darkness with you. Do you dare to open the terrifying notes deep in the soil?