End of the Journey

The last breath taken before death is the scent of corpses that people smell. If you have ever heard of it, you are already half dead. It can lead you to open the treacherous door and step into the final place—— A game composed of lost taboos, twisted rules and "gods" in human skin. I am Jiang Che. They said I was unscrupulous and cold-blooded. They are right. When the gods issued foolish decrees amid the fragrance of corpses, and when companions struggled in horror with the instructions that meant death, I leaned over to pick up the bloody paper flag and smiled at the indescribable portrait. Rules are chains and knives. And I want to use this knife, Dig out the "heart fragrance" of the deity behind the scenes.