She Is Not a Fortune Teller

Twenty-eight members of the Dechun Opera Troupe died tragically overnight, with eyes carved into the backs of their bodies. Dali Temple ordered the body to be hung at the west gate and the head at the east gate for public display for seven days. At the end of seven days, the tower was empty and the body was stolen. At the end of the alley, people in red clothes came walking in the middle of the night. She picked up the bloody bag and opened the forty-year-old tailor shop. Not long after, big trouble broke out in Bianjing City: The skinned young lady from the Imperial Prefect's Mansion came back alive. Another twenty-eight people sang from the Dechun Opera Troupe. In the Palace of Eternal Life that was destroyed by fire, someone saw the late queen dancing. The human head in the porcelain vase carved with two ears and eight snakes began to tell fortunes again. The dragon veins engraved on the belly of the Seven Star Fish in the Astrology Palace have become the road to hell. Children in the capital sang overnight: Ghosts don't follow the path of the world, and she doesn't care about fate in the world. People in the world perform operas to save sentient beings, but she sewed bones to restore souls and used operas to kill lives. One stitch repairs the broken body, one thread goes against destiny. When the government locks up the unjust case, the fate is determined by the law of heaven. And she crawled out of hell— We must sew all this confusion and cause and effect back into the blood debt of the human world. She is not a fortune teller, She is the judge who walks in the gaps of reincarnation.