After I Deceived a Hundred People, Something Strange Happened

Shen Juan is a liar. In the past three years, he relied on a fifty-cent printing talisman and half a vernacular interpretation of "The Book of Changes" to deceive urban anxieties - reading Feng Shui, changing fortune, and driving away imps. They were all words and props, and he never failed. After completing the one hundredth order, a hundred gray lines appeared on his palm, and a blood-red number under his skin began to count down: One hundred days. The people he deceived turned into a hundred causal lines - some held up steel bars to demand his death, some became the gatekeepers of Yinsi Street, and some... Were not deceived at all and were voluntary. But in this city, the real scary thing is not the people. It is the distorted rules of reality: the mirror substitute that replaces the living person, the empty wallet that swallows money, and the way back that leads to death. Orthodox Taoist priests use talisman formations to comply with the rules, but Shen Juan is different—— He practices deception. The bell is a cover, the cinnabar is a cover-up, and the words are an intrusion code. He doesn't use Taoism to suppress weirdness, he uses information gaps to deceive the rules and create bugs in logical loopholes. Every time you win a lie, one of the gray threads in your palm will break; every time you get a true letter, the black thread will turn from black to red and take another breath. It lasts for a hundred days, and hundreds of lines of flags return. When the countdown reaches zero, he will not become an immortal, but a spiritual weapon. "No money will be charged this time," Shen Juan looked at the photo left by customer zero and lit a cigarette, "Receive the letter."