My parents-in-law died suddenly, my husband died in an "accident"—the happy family was broken up one after another, and I went to death several times. A stick of incense was burned in the temple, and I bumped into my husband's former vice president. In one sentence, hell is torn apart: My current husband is a ghost from northern Myanmar. In order to clear his identity, he killed Xu Yan, who was similar to himself, and put on this human skin. There is no proof, I will use my body as a sword. Using love as bait to get close to the counterfeit, he discovers an even darker truth - that upright and awe-inspiring vice president is the deepest hidden devil. Between two human skins, who is the real evil spirit?
