When I woke up and traveled through the weird sixty-four hexagram world, I was forced to participate in the death live broadcast game. Others rely on props to escape, but I rely on fortune telling to predict the rules and murder logic. "Qian Gua Tian moves vigorously, but don't shoot the ceiling," I warned in a low voice, but the newcomer raised his head and was instantly obliterated by the rules. The program team was furious and asked about the turn of the hexagram. I pinched my fingers and smiled: "It's the turn of the Kan hexagram? Everyone - are you ready to drown?"
The plot is compact, not bloody, not literary, not mother-in-law.
