Burying Yin Bones, Borrowing Yang Lifespan: My Ghostly Eyes Can Change Fate

The day I was born, the midwife stabbed herself through the throat with a pair of scissors.

With my yang eye, I see the rise and fall of the mortal world; with my yin eye, I glimpse the demons and spirits of the netherworld.

I was born with ghost eyes. I can see the secrets of fate, but for that I have suffered the backlash of the Heavenly Dao. I was meant to die.

To keep me alive, my mother borrowed Jiang Hanying's life.

From that day on, Jiang Hanying and I were like twin vines sharing one life. As long as one of us lived, the other could not die. If one withered, the other would perish as well.

With ghost eyes, I can read the fate of others, seeing a thread hanging three inches above each person's crown, streaming like a waterfall. This is the flow of one's life force.

A person's life force reveals their fate: red means good fortune shines upon them, blue means disaster lies in wait, gray means illness clings to them, and black means the gates of death stand wide open...