A thunder fell, one woman died, and another woman opened her eyes.
The descendant of the underworld master of medicine and poisoning in his previous life, he wanted to live a stable life in this life, but it was a pity that God did not fulfill his wish.
After strange disputes, her fortune gradually came to light.
Who set up the overall situation? Who is drawing moths to the flames?
She was obsessed with him, but in the end she got a six-character sentence: love is parted, and you can't ask for it.
"There is no such thing as numerology in the world." A ghostly voice sounded softly in her ears: "As long as you have the power of life and death, you can love it, hate it, gain it, or lose it, all in one thought."
The right of life and death...?
