The Yin-Born Diviner

As the hottest guy under the overpass, I read fortunes by face and never get it wrong.

That is, until I read the fortune of a little boy who was soaked from head to toe.

He tilted his head and asked me, “Big brother, why don’t you tell your own fortune and see if you’ll die tonight?”

That night, my yin-yang eyes suddenly stopped working, and the ghosts lining the street stared at me with wicked grins.

In the mirror, the little boy clung to my back and whispered,

“Guess who’s the blind one now?”