I Have a Numerology Parlor

In the third year of opening a numerology parlor, I was starving to death. It's not that the calculation is inaccurate, it's that it's so accurate that no one dares to do it a second time. Until that day, a woman came to me. I saw the black life energy above her head. Within three days, there will be blood. This bloody disaster kicked off a series of murders. Corpses floating in the Yellow River, resentful souls in the mirror, fateful curses... And I, the last generation of numerologists of the Chen family, have a pair of life wheel eyes that can see through life and death. [Urban suspense + numerologist + system flow]