Qimen Town Mountain River

The Xi'an subway was shut down late at night, a blood-swallowing bronze sacred tree was unearthed, and the glass in high-rise buildings across the city shattered silently at three in the morning. The official blocked the news, so only I could see it - the broken glass was stained with evil spirits from the other side of the East China Sea, and a snake-shaped carving of acacia wood was buried under the roots of a bronze tree, sucking the blood of the dragon veins of the Wei River. Ordinary people thought it was a terrorist attack, while Bureau 749, the country's secretive agency, thought it was a provocation by foreign forces. Only I know that this is the Japanese Jiuju faction trying to steal the country's destiny. What's worse is that they succeeded and cut off two of the three dragon veins, leaving only the last step in the millennium war. My name is Chen Zhaogu, the owner of an antique shop in Xi'an, and the descendant of Qimen Dunjia. Now, my compass is broken, but there is an incomplete Qimenpan in my mind that can see through the operation of all formations. The National 749 Bureau assigned me a gun and gave me a hard-core female consultant. She said that Chang'an is still the same Chang'an, but the dragon cannot die.