The Reborn Poison Maker

Wang Xing stood on the rooftop of an abandoned building, resting his hands on the railing and looking into the distance. Suddenly, the door behind him was gently pushed open. A man in a black suit walked up to Wang Xing, bent down and whispered into his ear. After speaking, he left quickly. After a while, her eyes narrowed, she turned around, rolled up her sleeves, revealing a pair of arms with skin as smooth as gelatin, but the arms were still wrapped with tattoos of thorn flowers. She walked to the door, picked up the gas mask by the door, and put it on her face. A weak voice sounded from the mask: "There is no more ice. They are selling so fast..." This is a book about transformation. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.