Live Broadcast: the Judge Tells Fortunes, No One Knows Fortunes Better Than Me

Rumor has it that the judge from the Eighth Precinct of the Underworld is still positive. At the same time, a dilapidated Taoist temple in Yangjian suddenly became full of incense. Fang Wu casually tore off a piece of paper. "A peace charm for you!" A certain richest man: "Sir, this is all I have, is it enough?" A certain fierce ghost: "Sir, I want to ask about my afterlife!" Fang Wu smiled faintly. I, straddling yin and yang, follow my words! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.