On the day of the martial arts exam, Shen Mo found a line of gold characters hanging above everyone's head.
Genius with a boxing power of 890: [Broken an arm at the age of twenty-eight, returned to his hometown to forge iron, and lived to be sixty-three years old.
The examiner with a dark face and a warm heart said: [Three days later, he suffered a heart attack and died in office at the age of forty-seven.
People all over the world follow the lines above their heads, just like the written-in characters in the storybooks.
Only the top of his head was empty.
Others rely on talent to practice martial arts, but he relies on his mouth to practice martial arts.
"It's said that when Examiner Chen was young, he broke three bricks with one palm and looked like a dragon and a tiger. Let's talk about it for another thirty years!"
The examiner burst into laughter. Halfway through his laughter, the old wound in his heart that had been blocked for half his life was opened, and the word "death" above his head faded instantly.
Goldfinger is fun and the price is real.
That night, a truck with broken brakes ran a red light and broke three of his ribs. A line of gold characters floated on the back of the hand:
[Correction of deviation, first time.
Only then did Shen Mo understand: The world is a book, and destiny is written in the outline. And he is the storyteller who changes the script randomly. If he changes it once, God will kill him once.
Three hundred years ago, a writer tore up the book and rewrote it. He was the page that was torn out.
The old man left him a blank folding fan and said:
"Third points depend on writing, seven points depend on editing."
Then make it up. Make the dead alive, make their lives change, and make this world of death look like a living person.
