Others Wear Their Souls, but I Wear My Flesh.

"My son..." "God, please take pity on me, an old woman, and give my son back to me." The rain in the sky was like broken beads, constantly hitting the ground. The splashed water droplets wet the old lady's face, but she didn't know it. She cried heartbreakingly, making people listen to endless sadness. An admiral silently held an umbrella for the old lady beside her. After brothers Wang Tianlong and Wang Dahai joined the army, they were selected by special departments one after another. A "Demon Hunting Team" was formed to deal with some difficult matters for the country. During the execution of the task, the two died heroically. The old man was their mother. The old man cried so hard that he fainted several times. In the end, it was Wang Tianlong's younger sister who forcibly sent the old man to the hospital.