The Divine Face Reader in Plain Clothes

When judging a person's appearance, the head counts for seventy percent and the face for thirty.

I was born unlucky, with a short and wretched fate. Frail and sickly, I was always close to death. The villagers all called me a death-seeker.

When I was three, a senile old beggar knocked on my family's door. He claimed to be a successor of Lai Buyi, took a drop of vital blood from between my brows, and said that how long I could live depended on how long I could borrow from my fate.

When I was seventeen, the old beggar came back and demanded repayment for all those years of life I had borrowed.

From then on, I became a fortune-teller in plain clothes...