An extra thread had appeared in the River of Fate. It had been severed, then tied back together. His name was nowhere to be found in the Book of Life and Death. The Judge’s iron ruler reached the final page, and that page was blank.
Zhu Liangliang was a militiaman from a beggar’s background in a frontier town from Journey to the West. He had died once, on the night demons slaughtered the town. Before dying, he saw a golden shadow split open the sky. When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to the days before the curtain rose.
He knew the Pilgrim would pass through here in three years. He knew which army was buried along which mountain trail, and what every great demon and god was waiting for. But he also knew that heaven’s secrets came at a price: every glimpse took something from him; every altered fate stirred up consequences; and the Eye of Fate hunted along the ripples, seeking people like him who were never meant to live.
Foreknowledge was his only chance to turn his life around, but it also meant borrowing against his own death. He owed He Ling’er his life, owed Lou Guanlan the truth, and carried in his arms a talisman whose purpose no one could explain.
On the night the demonic horde besieged the town, she counted the thirty-one people in the group three times. It was exactly the same as when she had died in her previous life.
He stood atop the wall and did not call out to stop her.
This book has a coherent plot, appropriate descriptions, and rich content. It is a good novel!