Jiang Muchen is dead. He has done many evil things.
His soul was supposed to be sealed and imprisoned forever, but due to an accident, he escaped.
He is not willing to give in, he wants to go back, he wants to be resurrected
in the task world
Jiang Muchen caressed the man's face
"What a resemblance."
The man looked gloomy, grabbed his hand, and tied him tightly in his arms.
"Who are you looking at?"
"Looking at you, only you."
Intention: The mask of hypocrisy breaks the shackles of fate