The day HR called me in for a talk, I became bound to the Face-Reading Fortune System.
The System glanced at my boss and issued a warning: His brow was as dark as the bottom of a pot. He was certain to die within 72 hours.
Save him, and I’d get a million yuan. Leave him to die, and I’d get a hundred thousand.
I chose the latter. As I was leaving, I “kindly” warned him, “Mr. Wang, don’t drive tonight.”
He called me a lunatic and had security throw me out.
That evening, a news alert popped up: Tech company CEO crashes into a guardrail while driving drunk, condition critical.
My former coworkers went into a frenzy, and the chairman showed up at my door, demanding I take responsibility.
I glanced at him. The System displayed: This man is having an affair with a subordinate. His illegitimate child is right there in the company.
I smiled. “Chairman, are you sure you want me to take responsibility? Ask your wife if she agrees first.”
The next day, the chairman’s wife beat up his pregnant mistress, and the company’s stock plunged.
I thought that was the end of it, until an iron-chain coffin was unearthed beneath the ancestral graves of the Wang family in Wang Jian’guo’s hometown.
Inside the coffin lay seven Soul-Locking Needles and six bottles of Blood-Bait.
An old Taoist pressed a green candle into my hand.
“The Reverse-Scale Hall has taken thirty-one lives. Are you willing to take on this case?”
I gripped the candle and watched as the System displayed a line of text:
The mastermind behind the hall: Zhou Yan. He changed his name and identity forty years ago, and no one has found him since.
I said nothing.
But when this candle lights up, I can turn the whole city upside down.
