Shen Yuan knelt in front of his mentor's grave, digging his fingertips into the soil. A prophetic dream flashed before his eyes - in three days, Qingtang Village will be swallowed up by a causal evil spirit. And the little girl he just saved is the introduction. The number of people in the live broadcast room soared from zero to 100,000, and the entire network was watching how he fed the monsters at the taboo price. He sacrificed three years of memory and rehearsed seven ways to die, each rewriting deepening the karmic debt. To save Miao Xiaohe, one owes the Miao family a blood debt; to save Zhao Boheng, one owes one's life to the Zhao Ancestral Hall. Creditors lined up to knock on his door, some still wearing human skin, and some had turned into a puddle of evil mist. A line of words floated in the live broadcast room: "We will repay his debt for him." Shen Yuan looked up and saw the camera behind him - eighteen people he had saved standing there, all with the same sentence on their faces: The debt of karma cannot be over yet. Tonight, he wants everyone to know: the shackles of the disaster star are also his sword.
