I was a rookie reporter in the 00s

Zhang Wanqing was silent for a moment, her gaze falling on the ancient book again. "We need to learn more. This book may contain secrets left by our ancestors, and perhaps we can find a way to fight them."

Her voice was firm, but a hint of worry flickered in her eyes. Fengxi could sense her concern and gently patted her shoulder. "No matter what happens, I will be by your side."

Zhang Wanqing looked at Fengxi with gratitude. She knew they would face this storm together. She opened the book again, this time reading the ancient text more attentively, trying to find clues.

Time slipped away quietly inside the antique shop, seemingly cut off from the outside world. Zhang Wanqing and Feng Xi were completely immersed in the world of books, forgetting time and danger, just to uncover the secrets hidden in the dust of history.

At this moment, the door of the antique shop was suddenly pushed open, and a figure hurriedly walked in. Zhang Wanqing and Feng Xi immediately became alert, their eyes as sharp as knives, staring at the newcomer.

The person who came was a young woman, her eyes anxious and her face pale. "Wanqing, Fengxi, you must leave here immediately!" Her voice trembled with a hint of panic.

Zhang Wanqing and Fengxi exchanged a glance. They both sensed the seriousness of the situation. "What happened, Xiaoyu?" Zhang Wanqing's voice was calm, but her heartbeat was accelerating.

Xiaoyu is their good friend and a frequent visitor to the antique shop. She knows very little about its secrets, but her intuition is exceptionally sharp. "I saw them on the street. They're coming this way, very fast."

Zhang Wanqing and Fengxi sprang into action, knowing time was of the essence. Fengxi quickly inspected every corner of the antique shop, ensuring no traces had been left. Zhang Wanqing carefully placed the ancient book and key back into the safe, ensuring they were safe.

"We can't just leave like this, we need a plan." Fengxi's voice was low, and there was a determination in his eyes.

Zhang Wanqing nodded, a plan already forming in her mind. "Let's split up. Fengxi, you take Xiaoyu and go first. I'll stay behind to delay them."

Fengxi immediately objected, "No, this is too dangerous!"

Zhang Wanqing interrupted him, "This is the only way. We must protect the antique shop and these secrets. You and Xiaoyu go find help, and I will try to delay them."

Xiaoyu also hurriedly shook her head, "Wanqing, I can't just leave you like this."

Zhang Wanqing's eyes flashed with determination. "This is the only way. We must do this. Don't worry, I will be careful."

Fengxi and Xiaoyu exchanged a glance. They knew Zhang Wanqing was right. They nodded. Although they were filled with worry, they believed in Zhang Wanqing's ability.

"Then you have to be careful, we will be back as soon as possible." Feng Xi's voice was firm, and his eyes were full of trust.

Zhang Wanqing nodded, her eyes once again fixed on the ancient book. "I will, and you should be careful too."

Fengxi and Xiaoyu quickly left the antique shop, their figures quickly disappearing into the night. Zhang Wanqing was left alone in the antique shop. She knew that the storm had just begun, but she was ready. She would protect the antique shop and these secrets, no matter what the cost.

Zhang Wanqing stood in the center of the antique shop, surrounded by silent artifacts that had witnessed countless stories and now stared back at her. The lights inside the shop seemed to grow dimmer, as if even the lights sensed the approaching storm. Her heartbeat resounded in her chest, each beat a reminder that she wasn't fighting alone. She had these artifacts, these stories, her family history.

Zhang Wanqing's eyes wandered through every corner of the antique shop, and her memories followed them. Each antique carried a piece of history, and each piece of history was a part of her family. She knew that these antiques were more than just objects; they were the guardian spirits of her family and the source of her strength.

She walked to an ancient bookshelf and gently touched the yellowed spines of the books. Some of these books contained ancient spells, while others contained lost knowledge. She knew that this knowledge was the key to her fight against the mysterious organization.

Her gaze finally settled on a worn, leather-bound book. It had no title, only strange symbols. She gently flipped the pages, and the symbols seemed to dance before her eyes, and she could sense the power they held. This book was her family's secret, a record of an ancient defensive technique.

Zhang Wanqing took a deep breath and began to recite the symbols in a low voice. Her voice echoed throughout the antique shop, as if awakening a dormant power. As she recited, the lights inside the antique shop began to flicker, and an invisible force flowed through the air, forming a protective shield that enveloped the entire shop.

She knew that this protective shield could keep out the outside world, but she had no idea how long it would last. She could only pray that Fengxi and Xiaoyu would return in time to bring help.

At this moment, the door of the antique shop was pushed open, and a figure slowly walked in. Zhang Wanqing immediately became alert, her eyes as sharp as a knife, staring at the person who came in. However, when she saw the person's face clearly, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

The man who came was a middle-aged man with a resolute face and deep eyes. He was wearing a black robe embroidered with the logo of the mysterious organization. His steps were steady, and every step seemed to challenge Zhang Wanqing's nerves.

"Zhang Wanqing, we finally meet." The man's voice was low, with a hint of unquestionable majesty.

Zhang Wanqing looked at him coldly. Her voice was calm, but a hint of determination flashed in her eyes. "What do you want?"

The man smiled slightly, a hint of sarcasm in his smile. "You know exactly what we want. Hand over those keys and books, and I can guarantee your safety."

Zhang Wanqing sneered, her eyes filled with disdain. "Do you think I'll believe your words? Your organization's words are thinner than paper."

The man's face darkened, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes. "If that's the case, don't blame me for being rude."

Before he finished speaking, a black sword suddenly appeared in his hand, a strange light flashing on the blade. He swung the sword at Zhang Wanqing, the sword tip making a sound of breaking through the air, pointing directly at her vitals.

Zhang Wanqing remained calm, moving swiftly through the antique shop, dodging the man's attacks. Her movements were light and graceful, like an ancient dance. She knew she couldn't fight the man head-on; she needed to take advantage of the shop's surroundings and her knowledge of antiques to defeat him.

Her figure shuttled through the antique shop, each movement with a rhythm, each evasion like weaving a net. Although the man's attack was fierce, he could not touch her.

As time went on, the man's attacks became more and more impatient, and a hint of anxiety flashed in his eyes. He knew that time was not on his side and he had to get rid of Zhang Wanqing as soon as possible, otherwise his plan would fail.

Zhang Wanqing sensed the man's anxiety, and a sly glint flashed in her eyes. She knew her chance had arrived. She suddenly stopped in front of an ancient bronze mirror. Seeing this, the man immediately swung his sword at her.

However, just as the sword was about to reach her, Zhang Wanqing suddenly activated a mechanism on the bronze mirror. The mirror suddenly emitted a powerful light, reflecting the man's attack back. Caught off guard, the man was struck by his own attack, flying backwards and falling heavily to the ground.

Zhang Wanqing seized the opportunity and rushed forward, her eyes filled with determination. She knew this was the perfect time to subdue the man. She quickly subdued him and then tied him up with an ancient chain.

The man's eyes were filled with disbelief. He couldn't believe that he would be subdued by Zhang Wanqing. "You...how could you..."

Zhang Wanqing looked at him coldly, without a trace of pity in her eyes. "Your organization underestimated me and the power of the antique shop."

The man's face turned pale. He knew his plan had failed. A flash of despair flashed in his eyes, and then he slowly closed his eyes.

Zhang Wanqing stood up, her eyes once again fixed on the antiques. She knew this was only a temporary victory, and the threat from the mysterious organization had not been completely eliminated. But she also knew that as long as she was there, as long as the antique shop remained, the secrets would be safe.