When the treacherous threads like puppet control restrain your arms, then you are not far from death.
This is a land abandoned by God, and it is like a strange paradise. When the strangeness in the sky sweeps across the earth and swallows up all living creatures, who can save the world?
There is such a group of half-human "gangsters" who wear Nuo masks on their faces, step on Taoist plates, and are contracted to be guileless servants. They use talismans and heavenly books to cut off the tide of evil, protect, seize life, and destroy the Tao.
They are magicians, playing tricks on the strange things that fill the sky; they are practitioners of magic, but they have mastered the tricks of death. But everyone in the world calls them "the magicians".
