Shen Mobai held the judge's pen that could determine life and death, and when he wrote the word "life" on Ji Yueli's life page for the third time, blood suddenly oozed from the tip of the pen.
The soul tower began to collapse.
The rewritten destiny turned into an entity and was pursued. Those who were supposed to die were covered in blood and knocked on the door of the tower at midnight: "Shen Mobai, the fate you wrote... Why are we the ones who died?"
And the most terrifying thing is not these innocent souls seeking their lives——
It is the gray pen in the depths of the destiny map that is written by itself without anyone in charge, covering his handwriting page after page:
"Ji Yueli, died on the sixtieth day, Zishi"
"Cause of Death: Soul Lantern Burns Heart"
"Written by: Shen Mobai (pseudo)"
When the seventh soul lamp spontaneously ignited without wind, Shen Mobai finally saw the truth reflected in the lamp flame: the so-called fortune teller was just a puppet on the strings of a higher dimensional existence.
Now, there are only sixty days left for them.
Either find the original life pen and rewrite all the rules;
Or become the next name to be erased from the destiny chart.
