Betrayed by his own family, Lin Xu was reduced to a stray dog with nowhere to turn.
Just as he was preparing to embark on the road to revenge, an old charlatan appeared and declared that Lin Xu was born under a deadly fate, at odds with the Heavenly Dao, and should never have lived past twenty. Anyone who stayed by his side, the man warned, was doomed to meet a bad end.
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If the old man had said Lin Xu had suffered misfortune all his life, that his path was full of twists and turns, or even that he was unlucky, Lin Xu wouldn’t have argued. That was simply the truth.
But launching straight into a curse, calling him a harbinger of death who was at odds with Heaven and lucky to have reached twenty? That was going a bit far, wasn’t it?
After all, Lin Xu was twenty-seven now, and everyone around him was doing just fine.
Oh, well. Lin Xu decided to think of it as paying to suffer. He still had a list of old enemies to hunt down, one by one.
There were quite a lot of them, but if even one managed to escape, Lin Xu would consider the job botched.
