Beneath the locust tree at the mouth of the old alley, a blind man wearing dark sunglasses is always squatting, tapping his bamboo cane against the stone slabs. Everyone in town calls him "Blind Wang" and says he can divine people's fortunes and predict disasters without ever getting it wrong. But no one knows that the "blind eyes" hidden behind Wang Qiming's shades can see the gray mist clinging to people. He watches an old woman in a floral dress go shopping, then sighs at the bloody mark on her back; when the Li family's son gets into college, he just shakes his head and says, "You shouldn't go." It isn't until someone clutches a bloodstained jade pendant and asks, "Can you divine where a dead person is?" that the bronze bell on Wang Qiming's cane suddenly rings frantically. Only then does he realize: the fate he must divine this time is wrapped around his own bones.
