The Legend of Mirror Dust

The day Li Chen opened his eyes, he held an ICU bill in his hand. Two hundred thousand. After searching all over my body, including the money in my phone, it was less than 30,000. When I was desperate, I asked my uncle for help, but my cousin pointed me in the nose and scolded me. Yuli received a call - his grandfather, whom he had never met before, left a shabby shop for him. The shop is in the deepest alley of the Antique Street, and is almost like a garbage dump. He found a bronze mirror in the attic with four words engraved on it: Jiutian Treasure Mirror. The blood on the finger dripped and the mirror lit up. From then on, he could see the aura on things. You can tell whether it is a real antique or a modern imitation at a glance. Zailou sold it for 83,000 yuan. He thought this mirror was used to make a fortune. Later I learned that things were far from that simple. Behind this mirror, there is a road leading to the depths of the stars.