Chapter Three: Fate's First Account

The silver band offered one final thought from Wanqing: Thank you. Then it went silent. His phone chimed. Zhou had paid him a 100,000-yuan “security consulting fee.” Shen Yan laughed. Refusing supernatural wealth did not mean he could not earn real money. The laughter lasted one second. The date inside the watch had changed. NOVEMBER 6, 2025, 11:40 P.M. Saving Wanqing had moved his death eleven days closer. “So that's the settlement cost.” Xu Zhi had come onto the roof. She saw the date. “Will you keep doing this?” “First I'll pay the debt. Tomorrow can wait until tomorrow's old goods arrive.” When they returned to Listening Rain, Luo sat in darkness. He looked at Shen Yan's pocket. “How many days?” “Eleven.”