Tang Han smelled every trace of the foul smell and finally felt relieved. The prison cell has no windows and is surrounded by cold, solid walls. There is only a small, heavy iron door on the side near the prison corridor. A fluorescent lamp shines on the high, equally cold and solid ceiling. Several inmates who had shaved heads and wore prison uniforms like him were like indistinguishable arhats in the temple, lying down and lying down in boredom.
"You will never find me again now..." Tang Han thought to himself. Over the past year, the possessed God of Destiny has thrown him from hell to heaven again and again, and then kicked him from heaven to hell, leaving him alive and dead. Tang Han, who was originally as strong as iron and had always firmly controlled his destiny in his own hands, finally gave in under torture and became afraid. He had to admit how weak and powerless he was in front of the God of Destiny...