A Hexagram Asks About Destiny

Twenty-four-year-old Shen Wujiu had finished taking care of his grandfather's funeral affairs and was about to sell the old divination shop that his family had run for decades. However, he accidentally made a divination for himself in front of the three copper coins left by his grandfather. When Shiyao enters the tomb, official ghosts hold on to the world, and white tigers appear. The hexagram has only one result: tonight at midnight, he will die. Shen Wujiu doesn't believe in fate. So he spent one night betting against "the future that has already happened" for the first time. From this night on, he discovered that the fate of everyone in the world seemed to be traceable: rich and poor, powerful, life and death, ups and downs, good and bad luck. Only his own life is disappearing from heaven and earth little by little. He can count all sentient beings, but is judged by the entire world as "a person who should not exist." When the Xuanmen family, the fortune-changing master, the luck-borrower, the Qimen bureau master and even the "Tianyan Society" that had been hidden for thousands of years appeared one by one, the final question he wanted to ask was no longer "whether this hexagram is accurate." Instead: If a person's life can really be counted, then what's the point of living?