A young genius named Su Bo accidentally becomes the owner of a mysterious antique shop and befriends a young Maoshan practitioner, Yue Qing. One is born with dragon scales, and the other has a golden seal on his hand. Due to their intertwined destinies, they support each other as they explore ancient tombs in search of an ancient corpse that also possesses a golden seal. Through life and death experiences, they uncover a story buried for a thousand years, revealing the mystery of Su Bo's unique constitution. The mysterious appearance of a girl with hematidrosis unveils a deeper connection between Su Bo and the twelve dragon veins. Is this connection a blessing or a curse?

Under the dim streetlights, Jeff discarded a cigarette butt that was almost burned down to the filter on the ground. Immediately afterwards, he quickly glanced around, habitually using the sole of his shoe to step on the butt and rub it back and forth. "Hiss... Damn it..." Jeff shook his foot hard, forgetting that the sole of his shoe was worn so thin that it was almost breathable, burning his foot sole. The cold evening wind whipped the streets back and forth, with few pedestrians visible on the road. Those in the distance were also wrapped in hats and scarves, hurrying along with their heads bowed. Jeff turned up the collar of his coat, and the oil stains on the two sides of the collar gave it a glossy appearance. But at this moment, it gave him a sense of safety as if he was being hidden and protected. Ahead was No. 128 on Mingke Street. From No. 50 to No. 200, they were all row houses. People who bought or rented here might not be millionaires, but they could at least be considered middle-class. The house in front was occupied by a family of three. The male owner was a doctor, the female owner was a teacher, and they had a seven-year-old son. During the day, a maid would come to clean and tidy up the house, but the maid would not stay overnight and would go home after preparing dinner. In addition, this family had a habit. Every Saturday night, they would go out to the theater to watch a performance together. The door opened, and the male owner, dressed in a black suit, walked out first and started the car parked at the door. Subsequently, the female owner, dressed in a red dress, also came out holding the child, closed the door, and got into her husband's car, chatting and laughing with the child. Then, the car drove away. Jeff licked his lips with his tongue and quickly stepped forward, first flipping over a low wooden fence that even a small dog couldn't block, landing in the flowerbed, and then quickly walking up the steps. He took out a key from his pocket and inserted it. "Click..." The crisp sound indicated that the door had been successfully opened.