On July 15th, the sky was dark. I was walking home alone. As I walked to a quiet place, I heard a voice calling my name. I suddenly remembered what the fortune teller said, the person who turns his head to the left is in charge of wealth. So I turned my head sharply and put out the fire on my left shoulder. From then on, I had an additional immortal master. It is better to die than to live. I worshiped him as a god, but he scorned me. After all, the beautiful skin is not worth the interesting soul.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
