What I Am Repairing Is Not a Relic.

Xu Zhao is the last relic restorer in Lao Cai. He has repaired broken bronze mirrors, nameless tablets, silent rattles, and even repaired a family portrait that could not be burned no matter how hard it was burned. Before his death, his grandfather told him: You can practice anything in Yiguzhai, but you can't touch three things. A bell that rings on its own. A tablet without a name. Also, a mirror that will wait for someone. Until one rainy night, a woman in black brought a bleeding bronze mirror and asked him to repair it before twelve o'clock. Xu Zhao originally thought it was just an ordinary commission. But when the mirror was repaired, he saw countless dead versions of himself in the mirror. The ninety-ninth restoration was completed. Xu Zhao, return to your position. From that moment on, the lights on the old street go out, old things come to life, and the dead start knocking on the door. And all the relics are waiting for him to remember one thing—— What he repaired was never a relic. They are gods who should have died.