The streets at the end of Shang Dynasty smelled of blood and rust. Ji Zhao squatted in front of the ruined temple and stroked the yellowed "Yin Yang Book" with his fingertips.
That night, when he was calculating life and death for the charcoal seller, the thin page suddenly glowed with golden light - the causal line that the father-in-law had saved three wild foxes was actually three points brighter than the evil official in the city lord's palace.
"Hook!" He bit his fingertip and touched the thick red causal line of the evil official, and the next day the official fell into the moat.
But when the seventh karma star in the book lit up, Lord Jiuyouming's ghost knocked open the temple door: "What a fortune teller, how dare you ruin my century-old fortune?"
The yin fire of the remnants of the Jie Cult was burning through Chaoge City. Ji Zhao turned to the last page of the book, where his name was clearly written - Director of Tianming. It was time to reestablish this messed up cause and effect!
