When I was seven years old, I was supposed to die, but the old blind man sealed my soul with three bloody copper coins.
He said that I owed a debt to Yin, and my name Bian was both a life-saving talisman and a life-saving lock.
Relying on a piece of yellow paper that cannot be burned, I survived to the age of eighteen despite the lives of others.
Until that rainy day, a swollen paper face appeared on my computer screen.
The moment its wet paper hand touched my shoulder——
The contract that had been buried in my throat for eleven years suddenly started to burn.
Give yourself a star