At the age of forty-two, Jiang He coughed up blood and died on the streets of New York. When he opened his eyes again, he went back to the day he was kicked out of the courtyard. Looking at the beasts that occupied family property and forced their loved ones to death in his previous life, he silently clenched his fists - in this life, he wanted these beasts in human skins to pay with their blood.
