The person behind me slept peacefully, the car lights were dim, but her complexion was as white as jade, with a rosy tinge on her lips, tempting to be captured. The mole beneath her eye, a black teardrop, was irresistible.,He looks extremely fierce, incredibly so. It's the kind of imposing presence that radiates even in sleep. Despite being still, he commands attention.,In City A, the Black-faced God of Death is a figure known to all. Those who fall into his hands are tortured beyond recognition...。