Get Ten Million for a Correct Prediction: I’m the Judge of the Streets

The day Yan Xuan was humiliated in the street by his ex-girlfriend and a rich kid, his fortune-telling stall stood in the rain. He was so broke he had nothing but an ancestral copper coin and half a million in loan-shark debt. Then he stopped an elderly woman suffering a sudden heart attack. “You’ll be dead in three minutes.” Her daughter slapped him. A minute later, an ambulance came screaming up, and the doctor said she would have died if they’d arrived ten seconds later. That night, 880,000 yuan landed in Yan Xuan’s bank account. From then on, the King of Hell’s ledger began to reveal itself in the mortal world. A rich kid threatened to smash his stall. Yan Xuan glanced up. “At midnight tonight, you’ll break three ribs.” That evening, a screech of brakes and a crash rang out at an intersection. When the richest man in the city showed up late at night, Yan Xuan waved away his offer of a ride. “If you want a fortune told, you follow my rules. I set up my stall here. I don’t make house calls.” Before long, all of Jiangcheng knew. That inconspicuous fortune-telling stall by the roadside was more accurate than the Book of Life and Death. The wealthy bowed before him, and his enemies trembled. He could read fortunes, predict life and death, and see into people’s hearts. Then one day, a man in a black trench coat squatted in front of his stall and grinned. “Master Yan, someone’s offering ten million to have you die right on time at midnight tonight.” Yan Xuan slowly gathered up the copper coins on his stall and smiled back. “You can’t afford my life. But I’ll give you a reading for free: you’re in for a bloody disaster today.”