Since his parents gave him a name, he had to keep calling it, because his parents left Duan Ye in a car accident when he was 5 years old, and this name was almost the only way for Duan Ye to miss his parents.

Duan industry, Duan industry, but it can't be cut off and can't eliminate karma. After the death of his parents, he was homeless and had no one to rely on, and although the pitiful compensation was not greedily paid, it was only enough to take care of the aftermath. Except for his parents, Duan Ye had no relatives, and Duan Ye could only enter the orphanage.

The orphanage was cold and damp, and Duan Ye only came here after enjoying a comfortable childhood, so it was naturally difficult to fit in. All he could do was read. Although there is a golden house and Yan Ruyu in the book, there are more in the book, there are families and parents.

Society is cruel, and Duan Ye just wants to live.

There is no warmth in the steel forest, Duan Ye has always believed this. The grades are okay, and Duan Ye can continue to study. The comprehension is okay, and Duan Ye can still learn some skills. With the ability, he can barely support himself, so Duan Ye can earn a salary, yes, and live.

Very few people, when they are young, think just to live.

Until one day, Duan Ye happened to have an extra piece of steel hammer on his body, so he threw it to the old man who looked like a beggar under the bridge. And so, as countless people have written, the gears of history began to turn.

Because, Duan Ye, who did good deeds for the first time in his life, was actually grabbed by the old man by his sleeve.

Glancing at the old beggar with some disgust, Duan Ye frowned slightly, and said, "What are you going to do?" I have no change. ”

"Young man, look at your dark hall, yin qi into the eyebrows, today you and I are fateful, why don't you let the old decay pinch for you to solve your misfortune, how about it?" The old man shook his head and said.

At this time, Duan Ye noticed that there was still a rag on the ground, on which were written the words Mai physiognomy.

Smiling, Duan Ye pretended to be mysterious and said: "Is it that my ancestors killed too much, even if they suffered a misfortune, it is difficult to atone for their sins, and the disaster will last from generation to generation, and it will never be extinguished?" ”

The old man was shocked and said, "Since Your Excellency knows yourself, why didn't you save yourself?" I see that your luck is close to the end of the disaster, obviously has not been remedied, the so-called God has the virtue of a good life, although you are in the face of God's curse, but it is not without help; Those who can observe the number of fortunes are all wise and big-minded, and when they see your Excellency today, they cannot be persuaded by loyalty. ”

Shrugging helplessly, Duan Ye said: "I don't understand or believe that you pretend to be a ghost, it's just that you are the seventh charlatan to tell me this." I've already given you the money, and it's up to you if it's too little. ”

After saying that, Duan Ye broke away from the old man's hand, and said in his heart that this shirt could not be worn, so he strode away.

The old man muttered a few words a little lonely, and just wanted to close the stall and leave, but saw a big truck rushing straight towards the posterior who just looked Zhouzheng. There were no accidents, no wind, thunder and lightning, no June frost, and the afterlife was knocked into the air.

The blood is so red.

"Providence." The old man shook his head, and his expression could not be seen in joy or sorrow.

And at the last moment of his life, Duan Ye only felt that his body was light and terrifying, and there was light in front of him......