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

boom!

on the stage.

Jiang Mingxu slammed one knee to the ground. The red talisman around his neck, which had been destroyed before, had grown back and even burned into his flesh.

The red thread ran down the collarbone and wrapped around the legs.

Every time he moved, it felt like his skin was being pulled inward by thin threads.

next to.

Ayako Kamishiro's voice drifted over.

"Jiang Jun".

"Next step."

Jiang Mingxu did not move.

He was panting, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

But his eyes were always fixed on his feet.

He had figured it out; every time he stepped on a red dance position...

Somewhere in the shopping mall.

That will lead to trouble.

Those things were not coincidences.

The line beneath your feet has always been connected to the entire building.

"Next step."

This time.

The sound came from the mall's public address system.

in all directions.

The sounds rang out simultaneously.

[Preface by Jiang Ming]

【Next step.】

The entire mall was urging him on, and Jiang Mingxu's face turned even paler.

But another voice echoed in my mind: Remember your name.

Jiang Mingxu gritted his teeth.

"I am... Jiang Mingxu."

The red thread suddenly tightened.

His skin sizzled and burned black, and his body shuddered violently.

"I am... Jiang Mingxu."

He stood up a little more.

Ayako Kamishiro finally turned her head to the side.

"Please continue."

Jiang Mingxu looked up.

His lips were trembling, yet he managed an awkward smile.

"Okay."

He lifted his foot.

Ayako Kamishiro looked at his feet.

Eight Shadows.

Meanwhile, we await this moment.

next second.

boom!

Jiang Mingxu stomped down!

Instead of stepping into the red dance position, he stomped hard outside the array pattern!

boom--!

The lifeline beneath their feet exploded on the spot, a red light swept across the stage, and the movements of the eight dancers stopped simultaneously.

Broadcast. Black screen.

Navigation. Off.

Basement lighting strips. Stop.

Fireproof roller shutter. Stuck.

All the out-of-control equipment in the entire mall stopped simultaneously.

It was so quiet you could almost hear ten thousand people breathing.

Jiang Mingxu was overturned by the backlash.

boom!

He crashed heavily to the edge of the stage. Blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth.

He braced himself on the ground and smiled smugly at Ayako Kamishiro.

"My legs."

"I'll manage it myself."

Ayako looked at him, not angry, and nodded gently.

"Jiang Jun, very good."

Jiang Mingxu was taken aback.

next second.

Sizzle—!

Twelve large screens.

Simultaneously restored.

The navigation lights up again.

The broadcast started again.

Even the roller shutter that had just stopped continued to fall.

Nothing has changed.

Ayako Kamishiro raised her fan.

Covering half of her face.

"Thank you, Jiang Jun."

"The last introductory character is now complete."

The next ten minutes or so.

It was like a frantic, life-or-death struggle.

Eastside.

The escalator is completely locked.

The second floor.

The last child was carried away from the shattered railing.

Atrium.

Dozens of tons of light fixtures were smashed into the air.

Three sightseeing elevators.

All trapped people have been rescued.

Basement.

Luo Tiancheng nailed back to the four directions.

The actual export route was forcibly reclaimed.

A series of fireproof roller shutters.

Firefighters used hydraulic tools to pry it open.

Under the last ever-burning lamp, one after another out-of-control shadow was forcibly dragged back to its master's feet.

Someone opened their eyes and resumed breathing.

Some people held their lost and found children and wept bitterly.

Cheers erupted throughout the atrium as people rejoiced at having survived.

"woke up!"

"They're awake here too!"

"Everyone's come out of the escalator!"

"The last batch of elevators has come out!"

"The basement parking garage is now connected!"

Messages kept coming back.

Lin Wanqing gripped the walkie-talkie so tightly her fingers were stiff. Only after the last report was finished did she slowly exhale.

"Seven places."

"Suppress it all."

Wang Tianhao plopped down on the broken steel beam.

His head was covered in dust.

It took him a long time to finally manage to utter a sentence.

"Oh shit……"

"This should be over by now... right?"

Luo Tiancheng returned from the basement and looked down at the compass.

The pointer is still spinning.

despair.

despair.

faster and faster.

"Chen Bufan".

In the center of the atrium.

Chen Bufan held the eternal life lamp in one hand and did not turn around.

"explain."

"The popularity hasn't waned."

"All seven accident sites have been shut down."

"The exits have also been opened."

Luo Tiancheng raised the compass.

The pointer is firmly tilted towards the central courtyard.

"It can attract people to the entire building."

"Still walking towards you."

Chen Bufan lowered his head.

Outside the ever-burning lights, wounded, children, and the distraught continued to be brought in, their numbers ever increasing.

He suddenly spoke.

"Go to higher ground."

Luo Tiancheng was taken aback.

"What?"

"Look at the big picture."

Chen Bufan suppressed the flickering lamp flame.

"Don't look at people."

"Look at where they're standing."

Luo Tiancheng's expression changed.

He turned and ran.

"Wang Tianhao!"

"Come up with me!"

"They're here!"

The two rushed up to the fifth floor.

I stepped over shattered glass, walked over broken GG frames, and finally stopped next to a shattered guardrail.

Wang Tianhao clutched his chest, panting heavily.

"Did you...did you see anything?"

Luo Tiancheng did not answer, but slowly raised the compass in his hand.

below.

The medical area is on the left.

The child and family members are on the right.

The comatose, the disoriented.

They were all surrounded by an ever-burning lamp.

Firefighting creates a second floor.

Police officers and staff.

Then another outermost circle was formed.

And the twelve rescue routes that they had just opened up themselves.

From twelve business districts.

The pen went directly into the central courtyard.

Looking down from the second floor.

The thousands of people weren't just standing around randomly.

The whites of the eyes are visible in the surrounding crowd.

The twelve evacuation routes resemble twelve inward-converging eye lines, and the safe zone where the wounded and disoriented gather form the pupils.

A giant eye had already taken shape beneath their feet.

Luo Tiancheng suddenly grabbed the walkie-talkie.

"Chen Bufan!"

The voice had clearly changed.

Chen Bufan guarded the ever-burning life lamp.

"explain."

"Don't move!"

Luo Tiancheng stared down below, his expression growing increasingly grim.

"Don't move!"

"Eye."

Luo Tiancheng's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

"Damn it..."

"All of you below."

"They've just enough to make one eye!"

Luo Tiancheng became increasingly alarmed as he looked at the document.

"real."

"I didn't see it wrong!"

"Those people on the outside have white eyes."

"The twelve newly opened rescue routes are all narrow, inward-looking."

"The wounded, children, the distraught..."

His gaze fell all the way to the center.

At last.

It was fixed on the ever-burning life lamp in Chen Bufan's hand.

Luo Tiancheng's expression changed.

"Chen Bufan".

"You are in my pupil."

"That lamp..."

"It's right in the very center of the eyeball!"

Chen Bufan did not look up, but slowly lowered his gaze.

Look at the "Records of Destiny".

wow——

The pages of the book turned by themselves.

The seven life-ending marks that had already faded into darkness.

It reappeared.

This time, the seven life marks extended one after another.

Ultimately, all of it flows into the location of the eternal life lamp.

"I see."

Wang Tianhao's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"What do you mean?"

Chen Bufan looked at the pages of the book.

"Seven accidents."

"We didn't break a single one."

Luo Tiancheng suddenly lowered his head.

"what?"

"To be precise."

Chen Bufan's voice was very flat.

"We've finished them all."

Wang Tianhao felt a chill run down his spine.

Each of the seven accidents appears to have caused casualties.

But the final result of an accident is never death.

Every step of the way is forcing people to change their position.

And what did they do?

Rescue people.

evacuation.

The wounded were gathered together.

Protect children.

Establish a safe zone.

Every choice.

Both are correct.

But every choice also leads people here.

Luo Tiancheng stared at the giant eye below.

"They already... anticipated that we would rescue people."

"right."

Luo Tiancheng stared at the lamp in the very center.

"Even you know how to use an ever-burning life lamp to save souls..."

Chen Bufan did not answer.

The answer is obvious.

call--!

An everlasting lamp.

It suddenly shrank a bit.

next second.

The entire atrium.

Thousands of shadows all shifted an inch to the center.

Someone lowered their head.

"I……"

"I didn't move."

click!

The first dark red array pattern.

The lights came on from the foot of the medical area.

The second one.

Children's area.

The third way.

Fire escape route.

The fourth one!

One after another.

Following the rescue route they had cleared themselves.

They quickly converged on the central courtyard.

One.

Five.

Eight.

Twelve!

boom--!

All connections are active.

Standing on the fifth floor, Luo Tiancheng saw the eye, composed of thousands of living people, truly open at that moment.

And Chen Bufan.

He stood right in the center of the pupil.

Luo Tiancheng gripped the walkie-talkie tightly.

"Chen Bufan..."

Chen Bufan looked down at the array patterns that had lit up beneath his feet.

"The eighth match."

"Rescue."

Two words were uttered.

Snapped!

The compass that Luo Tiancheng had brought back from the Qin family shattered into two pieces with a "crack".

The shards flew past his face.

Luo Tiancheng glanced down.

His face darkened.

"Holy crap...you get what you pay for, it always fails you when it matters."

He turned and left.

"I'll go get a spare one—"

The sound suddenly stopped.

He stood there, his lips twitching involuntarily.

All that could be seen was the outer passageway.

Next to a media live broadcast van.

An old man wearing a blue and white hospital gown.

She was wearing hospital slippers, had IV tape on the back of her hand, and her hair was a mess, like a bird's nest.

He was leaning against the railing.

Talking to a tall female anchor.

"girl."

"Let me tell you."

"Being handsome is useless for a man."

"It depends on the feng shui."

The female anchor was amused.

"Uncle, you even know about feng shui?"

Luo Shouzhuo's face hardened.

"What uncle?"

"Call him Brother Luo."

"Even my son isn't as tactless as you."

"Luo!"

"Defend!"

"clumsy!"

behind.

He spoke slowly and deliberately.

Luo Shouzhou felt as if a thousand-year-old vengeful spirit was approaching him from behind, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Slowly turn around.

"Yo."

"Speak of the devil and he appears!"

"Come, come, what a coincidence! Let me introduce you, this is your sister Bingbing..."

The female anchor looked shy.

"Brother Luo, I'm not ready yet..."

Luo Tiancheng looked at him, then at the hospital gown, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"Why aren't you resting in the hospital? What are you doing here?!"

Luo Shouzhou was very serious.

"The hospital nurses aren't pretty enough."

"I heard there are a lot of live streamers here."

"Come find me a stepmother."

Luo Tiancheng's face instantly darkened.

I think you are—

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

He then noticed that Luo Shouzhou's entire hospital gown was soaked through on the back, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

Forehead. Neck. Sideburns. Sweat was still pouring down.

The hospital slippers were covered in mud.

The area on the back of the right hand where the tape is applied.

There was also a small patch of dried blood.

He pulled out the IV needle.

I ran all the way here.

"you……"

"Did you run here?"

Luo Shouzhuo remained defiant.

"To train your body."

"fart."

Luo Tiancheng stared at him.

"The hospital is four kilometers away from here."

Luo Shouzhou did not respond.

He simply reached out and slipped his hand inside the hospital gown.

An old cloth bundle was taken out, still trembling slightly.

hum.

hum.

Luo Shouzhuo lifted the cloth.

Only then was Wang Tianhao able to observe Luo Shouzhou's compass up close.

A palm-sized, jet-black ancient plate.

I don't know what kind of wood the plate is made of.

It was so dark it was almost black.

The edges are covered with bronze that has oxidized and darkened.

The Twelve Earthly Branches.

Twenty-four mountains.

Seventy-two dragons.

One layer on top of another.

The entire surface of the plate is densely engraved.

There are even a few old cracks on the outermost edge that have been worn away.

[Mountains] [Water] [Wind] [Land]

The dial in the very center.

He pointed intently at the Hengtai Courtyard.

Not moving at all.

Luo Shouzhuo looked at the commercial complex.

"He's always been restless, so I came to check him out."

Luo Shouzhuo squinted.

"The Luo family's stable land is much more obedient than you; it hasn't caused any trouble on its own for over twenty years."

"It almost jumped out from under my pillow just now."

He spoke of it casually.

"So I had the needle removed and came over to take a look."

Luo Tiancheng stared at him.

"And you were just with the female anchor—"

"Work-life balance is important."

After saying that, Luo Shouzhou walked to the edge of the crack.

Bow down.

A piece of gravel rolled down from beside my feet.

Falling into darkness.

Three seconds passed and there was still no sound of it hitting the ground.

"The earth's energy has deepened."

Luo Shouzhuo looked up.

"The foundation of this building is collapsing."

The voice just fell.

boom--!

The entire shopping mall suddenly felt heavy again.