Continuous Training of the Heart: Dead in Vain

My name is Ye Chen, a materialist, until I tripped over a paper stick. From now on, I can see ghosts in my left eye, and I have a "Book of Wrong Death" stuffed into my brain - it can predict who will die tragically, forcing me to save people. Sound like the Chosen One? Fart. The more people I save, the harder this shabby book sucks me in, because its real owner is a machine that feeds on human resentment. I have no money, no cultivation, and I will be swallowed by the blood evil in my body at any time. But I have to go on. It's not about survival, it's about training one's mind. In hell, refine a heart that does not even have a god.