I was a rookie reporter in the 00s

When they returned to the village with the treasure, the villagers cheered, their eyes filled with gratitude and admiration. Zhang Wanqing and Feng Xi stood among the villagers, their hearts filled with satisfaction and joy. They knew that although their adventure was full of dangers and challenges, everything they had done was worth it.

Zhang Wanqing and Fengxi returned to the antique shop, carrying all the keys. It was already dark, and the streets were deserted, with only the dim streetlights lengthening their shadows. The antique shop's facade looked particularly old in the night, as if hiding a dark secret. Their footsteps echoed in the empty streets, each step like treading on the dust of history.

Zhang Wanqing gently pushed open the door of the antique shop. The hinges creaked softly, as if telling a story from the past. The lights inside were dim, and the air was filled with the faint scent of sandalwood and old books, making one breathe slower. Fengxi followed closely behind, his gaze roaming around the shop, as if searching for something.

"Each of these keys corresponds to a story, a piece of history," Zhang Wanqing said softly, her voice echoing in the quiet shop with a hint of mystery. She walked behind the counter, where there was an old wooden drawer, and carefully placed the keys into the drawer one by one.

Feng Xi's gaze fell on the keys. Each key was engraved with a different pattern, some simple, some delicate, and some with strange symbols. He knew that these keys were not just tools for opening locks, but they hid deeper secrets.

"Wanqing, are you sure you want to do this?" Feng Xi's voice broke the silence, his eyes filled with worry.

Zhang Wanqing turned, her eyes determined. "These keys are too powerful. If they fall into the wrong hands, the consequences will be disastrous. We must protect them."

Fengxi nodded. He trusted Zhang Wanqing's judgment. They were all guardians of the antique shop, guarding these ancient secrets and the balance of the world.

Just then, a strange gust of wind blew in from outside the store, carrying an ominous aura. Fengxi immediately became alert and walked to the window to look out. The street was still empty, but the feeling of being watched grew stronger.

"Wanqing, I feel something is wrong." Fengxi's voice was low and his eyes were as sharp as a knife.

Zhang Wanqing also sensed something strange. She walked over to Fengxi, and the two stood side by side, vigilantly observing the movements outside. The atmosphere in the antique shop suddenly became tense.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed past the window, so fast that it almost looked like an illusion. But Zhang Wanqing and Feng Xi both knew it wasn't an illusion. They exchanged glances and prepared to act in unison.

"I'll chase him." Fengxi whispered, and his figure quickly disappeared into the night.

Zhang Wanqing stayed inside the shop, knowing it was her responsibility to protect the antique shop and the keys. She scanned the shop, making sure everything was safe. Then, she walked to a secluded corner where a small, unassuming door lay. She gently pushed it open, revealing a small, secret room.

The secret room was filled with various antiques and books, each of which emitted a faint glow. Zhang Wanqing walked to an ancient bookshelf and gently touched a mechanism on the bookshelf. The bookshelf slowly moved away, revealing a hidden safe.

She took a deep breath and took out a key from the drawer. It was the oldest key of all, with intricate patterns engraved on it. She inserted the key into the lock of the safe and turned it gently. The door of the safe opened with a click.

Inside was an ancient book, its cover inlaid with gemstones, emitting a faint glow. Zhang Wanqing knew that this book held the key to all the secrets of the antique shop and was the true treasure.

She carefully took out the book and opened the cover. The words seemed to come alive, jumping before her eyes. She began to read. Every word contained great power, and she could feel that power flowing through her body.

At this moment, Fengxi returned, his face solemn. "Wanqing, I couldn't catch up with that man, but he left this behind." He handed Zhang Wanqing a black feather.

Zhang Wanqing took the feather, her brow furrowed. "This is..." Her voice trailed off, for she recognized the feather's origin. It came from an ancient and powerful organization that had been searching for the secrets of the antique shop.

"It seems that our peaceful days are over." There was a hint of helplessness in Feng Xi's voice.

Zhang Wanqing nodded. She knew they were about to face a storm. But her eyes were determined. No matter how many difficulties lay ahead, she would protect the antique shop and the secrets of this world.

Zhang Wanqing's fingers gently stroked the black feather, her brow furrowed, a complex emotion flickering in her eyes. The feather was more than a warning; it was a puzzle, entwining her family's past with that mysterious organization. Feng Xi stood beside her, his gaze piercing, knowing this discovery would change their fate.

The lights in the antique shop seemed to grow dimmer, and the scent of sandalwood in the air grew stronger, as if paving the way for the secrets that were about to be revealed. Zhang Wanqing took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on the ancient book. The pages rustled softly under her fingertips.

"Feng Xi, do you know the history of my family?" Zhang Wanqing's voice was low, with a barely perceptible tremor.

Feng Xi shook his head, his eyes alert and alert, but his ears listening attentively to Zhang Wanqing's words. "I only know that your family has protected this antique shop for generations. I don't know anything else."

Zhang Wanqing nodded, her eyes darkening, as if she'd traveled back in time to an ancient era. "My ancestors were once members of that organization. They wielded great power, but also shouldered heavy responsibilities. But as time passed, some in my family began to question the organization's actions and ultimately chose to leave."

Her voice gradually deepened, as if she were telling a sad story. "It was a painful decision, because leaving meant betrayal, severing ties with the past. My ancestors took these keys and books, hid their identities, established this antique shop, and guarded these secrets for generations."

A hint of surprise flashed across Fengxi's eyes; he had never heard of this history. "That feather, is it the symbol of that organization?"

Zhang Wanqing nodded, her fingers unconsciously tightening, the feather nearly crushing in her hands. "Yes, they've been looking for us, looking for these keys and books. They won't give up."

Fengxi's expression grew even more serious. He knew this meant they would be facing an unprecedented challenge. "So what should we do?"