Others call me the magic stick, just because I know some Taoism and can see the secrets of heaven. But what I count is never the trivial things on the streets, but the thread called "destiny" hanging above the heads of all living beings. Until that day, I tested the words for three neighbors, "", "", and "", all of which were good omens, but I was shocked at the last moment - under the ink, blood loomed, and all three words hid a sign of death. What's even more terrifying is that when I tremblingly wrote down the surname "Ji" for myself, the ink was swallowed by the table, leaving only a whirlpool of scorch marks leading to darkness. The ancestral copper coins on his chest were hot as a warning, and the wooden door behind him opened without any wind. Welcome to the world behind the "door". Here, what is more unpredictable than fate is the human heart; what is more unpredictable than destiny is the human heart. And I, the "magic stick", will use my eyes to see the lifeline, and in this copy of infinite reincarnation, I will use all my tricks to fight for a chance of survival.
