A single divination predicts life and death; the entire internet begs me to start a live stream.

The black coffin slowly rose from below the platform.

On the coffin lid, black life patterns lit up in concentric circles.

Like an eye that has been asleep for a hundred years, finally opening.

The young man lay beside the coffin.

He was wearing a white shirt, so clean he didn't look like a living person, but more like a new outfit that had been prepared in advance.

Chen Bufan looked at him, his gaze extremely deep.

"A new body."

Lin Wanqing's expression changed drastically.

"Lu Changsheng wants to switch bodies with him?"

Chen Bufan did not answer immediately.

The Record of Destiny has already caused a stir.

The words appeared in blood.

[All lives return to one]

[After the formation is completed, Changsheng will be reborn.]

In the hall, the red line grew brighter and brighter.

The wealthy guests were trapped in place.

Some people's hair turns white very quickly.

The rosy complexion on some people vanished instantly, leaving them looking as if they had been drained of all their energy.

Some people clutched their chests and knelt on the ground, repeatedly shouting for help.

But the more they shouted, the brighter the red line on the ground became.

Their fortune, luck, and lifespan flowed like wisps of red smoke along the array patterns toward the black coffin in the center of the high platform.

From the backstage area, the faint sound of a child crying could be heard.

There were also volunteers crying out for help in terror.

Lin Wanqing immediately said to the police officer beside her:

"Go underground!"

"Help!"

Just as the police officers were about to rush into the backstage passage, Lu Changsheng raised his hand and gently tapped it.

The red line on the ground suddenly bounced up.

Like a blood-red spider web, it blocked the passage.

Several police officers were forced back.

Lu Changsheng stood beside the high platform, his palm gently resting on the black coffin.

His expression remained gentle.

But in that gentle warmth, there was no trace of human comfort.

"Officer Lin."

"They're not the main characters tonight."

"it's me."

Chen Bufan took a step forward.

"You think you're worthy of being the main character?"

Lu Changsheng looked at him and smiled.

"Mr. Chen, haven't you always wanted to calculate my fortune?"

"I'm right here now."

"Do you dare to calculate it?"

All sounds in the hall seemed to fall silent at that moment.

Chen Bufan looked up at Lu Changsheng.

He knew it was a trap.

Lu Changsheng deliberately let him interrogate him.

Because Lu Changsheng's destiny is not that of an ordinary person.

Forcibly interrogating Lu Changsheng is tantamount to forcibly interrogating all the lives he has swallowed, exchanged, borrowed, and taken over the past century.

Even with the second level of the "Record of Heavenly Mandate," it might not be able to withstand it.

But if it is not investigated, the Hundred Lives Return to One Formation will continue to spin.

The underground volunteers and children will be the first to have their life force drained.

The guests in the hall will become the second layer of firewood.

The young man beside the coffin will become Lu Changsheng's new body.

Chen Bufan did not back down.

He raised his hand and pressed the old copper coin onto the "Record of Destiny".

"The Chen Family Fortune Teller"

"Chen Bufan".

"Today, I will examine Changsheng."

boom--

The pages of "The Record of Destiny" were suddenly turned.

It moves automatically even without wind.

The blood-red characters on the paper scattered, transforming into a white life mark that appeared between Chen Bufan's eyebrows.

Lin Wanqing tried to stop him.

"Chen Bufan!"

She knew he was forcibly opening the second floor again.

Moreover, this time, it's even heavier than the third basement level of Changsheng Kangyang Hospital.

Chen Bufan did not turn around.

He stared at Lu Changsheng.

"Lu Changsheng".

"let me see."

"How many lives have you taken?"

The words fell.

The white light from the "Destiny Record" suddenly shone on Lu Changsheng.

Lu Changsheng stood on the high platform, his smile unchanged.

Behind him, the originally blank destiny chart, like a colorless glass, was illuminated by white light, revealing fine cracks.

Click.

The first crack appeared.

Lu Changsheng's brow twitched slightly.

Click.

The second one.

Click.

The third way.

That blank space in one's destiny began to crack.

Behind the crack, there is not a lifeline.

Instead, there are countless lines.

elder.

child.

woman.

patient.

orphan.

businessman.

Warlock.

Death row.

Refugees.

The lifelines intertwined, like a dense multitude of snakes, forming a black shadow.

The scene before Chen Bufan suddenly exploded.

Act one.

During the Republic of China period.

An old-style guild hall.

The sign reads:

[The Xuanmen Destiny and Fortune Telling Conference]

The hall was full of people.

Taoist priest.

Feng Shui master.

healer.

Fortune teller.

Talisman Master.

There were also some wealthy merchants wearing long gowns.

The young Lu Changsheng stood in the center of the crowd.

He was wearing a white long gown, and his features were gentle.

It looks exactly like the photo.

But beneath his feet was a black life array.

In the middle of the formation, more than a dozen children were kneeling.

Their eyes were numb, and their wrists were tied with red ropes.

An old man stood on the stage, his voice aged:

"The art of prolonging life defies the will of Heaven."

"Once this technique is activated, the Xuanmen sect will never have a peaceful day."

"Who dares to take the call?"

The hall was deathly silent.

Lu Changsheng smiled slightly.

"I'll take it."

Act Two.

A secret room.

The candlelight was dim and yellow.

Half a scroll of ancient books lay on the table.

The cover had three words written on it:

【The Book of Destiny】

A person dressed in a black robe stood in the shadows.

I can't see the face clearly.

All that could be seen was a black jade thumb ring on his right hand.

He pushed half of the "Destiny Talisman Scripture" in front of Lu Changsheng.

hoarse voice:

"The first volume of the Chen family's book is for judging fate, and the second volume is for creating talismans."

"I can only get this half of the scroll."

Lu Changsheng looked at the half-rolled ancient book with a gentle smile.

That's enough.

The man in black robes said:

"Don't forget what you promised me."

Lu Changsheng said:

"The Chen family was wiped out."

"The true lineage of fortune tellers belongs to you."

Chen Bufan's pupils suddenly contracted.

Black jade thumb ring.

A traitor to the Chen family.

He's the man standing behind the group of people who wiped out the Chen family in the illusion.

He wanted to see the man's face clearly.

However, in the picture, the face of the man in the black robe seemed to be covered by a layer of black mist.

The second level of the "Record of Destiny" is insufficient.

I can't see through it.

A metallic taste of blood rose in Chen Bufan's throat.

Act III.

A young body lay in the midst of the formation.

That's not the young man on the platform now.

It is another body from a hundred years ago.

Lamp lamps were placed all around.

Under each lamp, a name is written.

orphan.

patient.

beggar.

Woman.

elder.

Their lifelines were pulled out one by one and merged into the physical body in the center of the formation.

Lu Changsheng's original body was sitting outside the formation.

They have aged.

Dry skin.

His hair is gray.

He looked at the young bodies in the formation with a calm, even expectant, gaze.

A warlock whispered:

"Life and body are torn apart, a nine-out-of-ten chance of death."

"If you fail, you will perish."

Lu Changsheng smiled.

"What if it succeeds?"

The warlock remained silent for a moment.

"If successful, one can be reborn and live a long life, living as long as the world."

Lu Changsheng slowly closed his eyes.

"Let's begin."

In the next instant, countless lifelines were drawn into the same dark shadow.

The shadowy figure emerged from the aging body and slowly sank into the young flesh.

One by one, all the life lamps in the formation went out.

The young body opened its eyes.

Those eyes held Lu Changsheng.

Chen Bufan suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

In reality, he staggered half a step.

His eyes were bloodshot.

Act IV.

The Chen family ancestral home.

night.

The white lanterns swayed wildly in the wind.

The man in black rushed into the courtyard.

Chen Bufan's father stood guard in front of the ancestral hall.

Holding the life-saving money.

He was covered in blood.

Lu Changsheng stood outside the courtyard.

He still looks so young.

His expression was gentle.

Beside him stood the man wearing a black jade thumb ring.

Mr. Chen said coldly:

"Lu Changsheng".

"You borrowed a hundred lives to extend your own."

"He's no longer human."

Lu Changsheng sighed softly:

"Brother Chen."

"If you are willing to open the third level of the 'Destiny Record', I can let the Chen family live."

Chen's father sneered:

"The Chen family's fortune tellers would rather die than sell their services."

Lu Changsheng looked at him.

"And what about your son?"

The screen suddenly jolted.

Chen Bufan felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart.

He wanted to keep watching.

I want to see what happened to my father in the end.

But just then, Lu Changsheng's voice came from reality.

"That's fine."

On the high platform, Lu Changsheng raised his hand.

A black life mark appeared on his palm.

boom!

Half of the white light in the "Record of Destiny" was scattered by the shock.

Chen Bufan felt a sweet taste in his throat and vomited blood again.

Lu Changsheng's face also paled slightly.

After the blank space in his destiny was cracked, it was no longer perfect.

A faint bloodstain appeared between his eyebrows.

He looked at Chen Bufan, but his smile remained unchanged.

"The second layer."

"It's already quite impressive that we've made it this far."

Chen Bufan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"So you've changed bodies more than once."

Lu Changsheng said calmly:

"The body is just a vessel."

"What a person should truly preserve is their life."

Chen Bufan retrieved the "Record of Destiny":

"You call that fate?"

"For the past hundred years, how many orphans, the sick, the elderly, and children have you consumed the lifespan of?"

"Your life was bought with your own bones."

Lu Changsheng did not deny it.

"To be alive is a blessing."

Chen Bufan looked up.

"Then I will take your life today."

He slammed the old copper coin to the ground.

The Hundred Life Returns Hall was instantly shaken.

The red thread went tangled for a moment.

Lin Wanqing seized the opportunity and shouted:

"An underground passage!"

The police officers rushed out immediately.

This time, the red line's obstruction is weaker.

Several police officers forcibly tore open the backstage passage.

The sound of a child crying came from underground.

"Help!"

"quick!"

Lin Wanqing personally led the people to rush underground.

In the hall, Chen Bufan raised his hand and pressed down on the "Destiny Record".

"The Chen family fortune tellers do not risk their lives."

"today."

"Slay a hundred lives and return to the battle."

The old copper coin flew out and headed straight for the black coffin in the center of the high platform.

Lu Changsheng's eyes darkened.

"You dare!"

Chen Bufan said coldly:

"What do I have to be afraid of?"

The copper coin struck the black coffin.

clang!

The black markings instantly shone brightest.

The entire hall shook violently.

The new body beside the coffin suddenly opened its eyes.

But his eyes still lacked the sparkle of Lu Changsheng's.

The transformation of fate is not yet complete.

Chen Bufan bit his fingertip and dab the blood onto the copper coin.

"break!"

boom--

The black life pattern on the black coffin split open from the center.

The red lines on the ground broke off one by one.

The guests trapped around the table screamed and fell to the ground.

It wasn't because Chen Bufan hurt them.

Rather, the luck that the formation had drawn from them was now backfiring on them.

People who are old should get old.

The disease.

What is owed must be repaid.

From underground came the voice of a police officer:

"The child has been found!"

"Volunteers are here too!"

"Three more people are still unconscious!"

"Call for emergency medical assistance immediately!"

Lin Wanqing's voice followed immediately:

"Take them all out!"

"Not one can be left behind!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Bufan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But at that very moment, Lu Changsheng came to life.

His body swept down from the high platform like a shadow.

It wasn't heading straight for Chen Bufan.

Instead, it rushed towards that young body.

Chen Bufan's expression changed.

"Stop him!"

But Lu Changsheng was too fast.

He placed a palm on the young man's forehead.

The young body convulsed suddenly.

Lu Changsheng's own brow scar was even deeper.

Clearly, the attempt to force a premature change of fate failed.

But he still drew a wisp of new life from that body.

With the new life force entering his body, Lu Changsheng's complexion recovered somewhat.

He turned and retreated.

Chen Bufan spent money again.

The copper coin brushed past Lu Changsheng's shoulder.

laugh!

Lu Changsheng had a cut on his shoulder.

There was no normal fresh blood in the wound.

Instead, it possesses a black and red life force.

Lu Changsheng looked down.

Laughed.

"Mr. Chen."

"You've only won half the battle tonight."

"I've only lost half of it."

Chen Bufan said coldly:

"Leave."

Lu Changsheng shook his head.

"It's not the right time yet."

Lin Wanqing rushed up from the underground passage, pointing her gun at Lu Changsheng.

"Lu Changsheng!"

"Don't move!"

boom!

Gunshots rang out.

The bullet pierced through the black mist in front of Lu Changsheng and embedded itself in the wall.

Lu Changsheng's figure had already retreated to the second-floor railing.

The remnants of the Black Fate Pattern array in the hall were shielding him.

He looked at Chen Bufan, his voice as gentle as if nothing had happened.

"Chen Bufan".

"You have unlocked the second level of the 'Destiny Record'."

"Then you should know that too."

"Your father did not die at my hands."

Chen Bufan's eyes flickered.

"What did you say?"

Lu Changsheng's lips curled up slightly.

"Before he died, he saw the person he trusted most."

These words were like a nail, driven deep into Chen Bufan's heart.

The person he trusts most?

Master?

Chen Laojiu?

Was it the same Taoist priest who took him away from the Chen family?

Just as Chen Bufan was about to ask further, the black life pattern behind Lu Changsheng suddenly lit up.

A hidden door appeared on the second-floor wall.

Lu Changsheng's body was half-hidden in the darkness.

He glanced at Chen Bufan one last time.

"The real traitor of the Chen family."

"Closer than you think."

The words fell.

Lu Changsheng disappeared.

The black markings disappeared.

The red thread in the hall snapped completely.

A hundred lives are destroyed in one battle.

The birthday banquet in Volume Two ended in complete chaos.

The volunteers and the children they were helping were rescued.

All guests were taken into custody by the police.

The East City branch of the Changsheng Foundation has been sealed off.

The black coffin, the new body, the array patterns, the list, and the ledger all became evidence.

But Lu Changsheng ran away.

Or rather, has this formation truly been broken?

In that instant, Lu Changsheng absorbed the lifespan of everyone present, which could be as high as a hundred years.

At the same time, it took away vitality from the new body.

Even with such a large industry as the Changsheng Foundation, what is it compared to his Changsheng?

His last words were more painful for Chen Bufan than any wound.

So Lu Changsheng is right.

He lost half, and he won half.

early morning.

Chen Bufan did not return to his residence.

Qin Ruoxue arranged for someone to take him to the Chen family's ancestral home.

Lin Wanqing wanted to go with him, but he refused.

He wanted to verify Lu Changsheng's words with Chen Laojiu.

Outside the ancestral home, the white lanterns have been extinguished.

The village was very quiet.

It was as quiet as that bloody night twenty years ago, as if it had never truly passed.

Chen Bufan pushed open the gate of his ancestral home.

The door hinges made a dull thud.

There was no one in the courtyard.

There was no one in front of the offering table.

Chen Laojiu is not here.

Chen Bufan's heart suddenly sank.

"Uncle Jiu?"

no respond.

He strode into the ancestral hall.

On the offering table, the three incense sticks had already burned out.

The incense ash was scattered.

It was as if someone had come and gone in a hurry.

In the very center of the offering table, there was a coin representing the Chen family's life.

Life money is cut off.

It was stained with blood.

Chen Bufan reached out and picked up the life-saving money.

The blood hadn't dried yet.

In front of the ancestral tablets next to it, someone wrote a word in blood.

There is only one word.

【rebel】

Chen Bufan stood in the ancestral hall.

The surrounding area was completely silent.

Chen Laojiu has gone missing.

Blood-written words remain at the ancestral home.

The Chen family's old debts have finally been settled.