Shen Ye traveled to a parallel world where supernatural powers were rampant and became an embalmer at Qinglongshan Cemetery.
Wearing white gloves and holding a silver carving knife, he was sorting out the remains of those strong men who made the world tremble in the cold morgue.
"Ding! The S-class beast is buried and the skill is extracted: [Instant Prison Kill]!"
"Ding! The fallen angel was buried and his memory was extracted: [The truth about Ragnarok]!"
He was taciturn in front of the living and gentle as water in front of the dead. Until that day, the head of the official investigation bureau broke in with a serious injury, followed by hundreds of criminals with supernatural powers.
Shen Ye slowly put down the makeup brush in his hand, adjusted the collar of his suit, and walked gracefully amidst the blood on the ground.
"Everyone, please remain quiet in the cemetery. If you want to call a curtain call, I can do it myself."
That night, the entire city's lifeline was beating at his fingertips.
