Spring City Night Caller

Chen Mo, a retired scout, returned to Kunming and brought his sister Chen Yue back from a nightclub to sell buns and rice noodles in a moldy shop in Chuanfang Village. When he kneads the dough, his palms will heat up, and the ingredients will "come alive"; when he touches old things, he can see residual images - he never mentioned it to anyone, but he knew that something had changed in him. My father's only relic was an old miner's lamp. Unscrew the back cover, and there is a piece of leather paper marked with seven "spirit sealing anchor points" hidden inside. Three of them have been broken. The warm current beneath the ground was breathing, silver-gray crystals grew along the cracks in the wall, and a "shadow rat" with a light back emerged from the cracks in the sewer, leading him deeper. Someone started earlier than him. Someone went down the well after him. There were mold spots on the wall of the bun shop he opened. The landlord, Uncle Li, said: "Don't wake up anything sleeping on the ground floor of Boat House Village." This was not the path he expected when he came to find his sister. But now he stood at the door of the store, the white steam from the steamer mixed with the night wind, holding the map left by his father in his hand, and the three-meter-deep earth veins under his feet were beating slowly. Some people want to destroy what is underground, and some people want to protect it. He was just a veteran who could only knead dough, collect money, and keep accounts, but he was already squatting by the pit - he couldn't sleep unless he jumped down to take a look. He has already seen a glimpse of things that should not be seen by ordinary people. And he hasn't looked back yet.