On my first night reborn in a mass grave, I save a lunatic who’s trying to hang himself.
I’m the greatest fortune-teller in the mystic arts, able to read people’s energy, and I’m figuring out how to take down the scum of a crown prince and his vicious lover.
Who could have guessed that the streak of three-colored mystic light on the tree branch would shoot straight into the sky? It turns out Chancellor Yun Lu is hanging himself in a rather elaborate fashion.
Me: “...How about you come down and talk?”
He says nothing and keeps hanging himself with elegance. Too bad his neck lights up the moment the rope tightens.
I lose patience and tear through the rope with a ghostly hand. “Why not work with me? With your Threefold Light Mystic Body, you can’t die anyway.”
What, you’re crazy? Fine, let’s go crazy together!
The plot line at the beginning has good continuity