My Life of Appraising Treasures Has Failed

On his eighteenth birthday, Xiao Shitou received an enamel rice bowl as a coming-of-age gift. Grandpa Butler said: "From today on, use the skills I teach you to support yourself." The skills he was talking about were the thousand-year-old miscellaneous knowledge of the Eight Treasure Appraisals and the Three Essentials of Feng Shui, which have long since disappeared. During the day, he is a delivery boy walking through the streets, witnessing the fireworks of the world; at night, he is the most vicious-eyed picker in the ghost market, seeing through the mystery of the real and the fake. Until the rusty Qing Dynasty copper lock spit out a roll of blood-stained silk pointing to "Baijiao Town"; until Shopkeeper Zhou of Yaji Zhai whispered about the old case of "playing with antiques and causing trouble" twenty years ago. Only then did Xiao Shitou understand that what his parents left him was not an inheritance, but a life and death situation that spanned two generations. And he will use a pair of discerning eyes to appraise treasures to distinguish the authenticity of ancient objects, and also distinguish the right and wrong of people's hearts; with his unique knowledge of Feng Shui, he will be able to judge good and bad luck, and even end the life and death of grievances.