Tang Xixi was living at the pinnacle of life that everyone expected, and suddenly she met a sloppy monk who insisted on telling her fortune.
"There is always a variable in the 49th or 40th of the 50th day of the Great Dao. But all your 50th numbers are bad luck. You are destined to die. If I don't leave, I will be implicated!"
I didn't escape the evil, but I discovered my special constitution - Immune to Meng Po Soup!
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
