Xinhuo Sword Market: My Experience in a Strange World

In the Bingwu Year of the Horse, it is the third day when the last "fire spring" goes out. Su Li picked up a rusty bronze sword hilt in the corner of the woodshed. The moment he grasped the hilt of the sword, two lines of text that only he could see appeared in front of his eyes: [Cognitive pollution level: 0.1%] [Anchor detected - 'unextinguished fire'. Countdown to wakefulness: 71:59:59] At the same time, a distant, overlapping voice that was neither male nor female whispered inside his head: "Welcome... To... The night tour."