Wen Wan, the undertaker in the funeral home, has a pair of eyes that cannot see people.
If I look at each other for three seconds, a man will go crazy for me.
Until the serial murders occurred, bloody begonias bloomed on the chests of the deceased. The new criminal police captain Shen Jing was the only one who dared to look directly at me. He said, "You are not the murderer, you are the sacrifice."
And when I was forced to open my eyes in the morgue, five men whose identities were unknown appeared at the same time, bowing and shouting in unison: "Young Master, it's time to restart the eighty-year contract."
They protect me and they imprison me. Until I discovered that this hunt for me had started eighty years ago - and my eyes were the last key to open the door to hell.
