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On Su Yanqing's twenty-eighth birthday, a garbage truck hit her. The moment time slowed down, she saw - the life lines extending from everyone's chest, intertwined into a network. As for her own one, it was deathly gray, with the end cut off artificially, and the break ended today. "It turns out that my death was a well-planned murder." Holding the copper coin key left behind by her mother, she saw three places to renew her life, a mysterious seventh branch, and the well-kept secrets of the entire metaphysical world. When the conservative faction wanted her to die and the reformist faction wanted her to live, Su Yanqing tore up the script: "My lifeline is torn, but it can be saved - in my own way." Look at fate with the eyes that break the illusion, and continue the line with the pen that changes your fate. From sacrifice to chess player, she turned the tables of Xuanmen for centuries. And the law enforcer named Xie Jiuci, from confrontation to side by side, finally said in her ear: "The rules can be changed, but you can't die."