I Tell Fortunes Under the Overpass

I have been setting up a fortune-telling stall for three years, and I have been called a liar for three years. Chen Ming, 26 years old, is the poorest fortune teller under the overpass. I only have 87 yuan left in my pocket, and there is still 300 yuan short of the rent. I rely on Uncle Wang's candied haws for food every day. He only has half of the ancestral "Fragments of Numerology" and a faded sign that reads "Chen's Numerology, Straightforward". Until that day—— His eyes were suddenly different. He could see a faint wisp of Qi floating above everyone's head. Red energy brings wealth, black energy brings disaster, and white energy... Can kill people. Chen Ming thought this was an opportunity to make a fortune from heaven, but he found out—— The more you see, the shorter your life becomes. Every time he uses his yin and yang eyes, he loses one day of his life. But he discovered that those with white qi were not hopeless. The price for saving others is oneself. Fortunately, our ancestors left a saying: "Fate can be calculated or changed." From that moment on, the despised poor fortune teller under the overpass began to change the fate of countless people—— He is also constantly shortening his life. Until one day, he discovered that there was a shocking conspiracy behind it all...