Resurrected from the ashes of the explosion in the genetic laboratory, toxicologist Su Wanli became the "living dead" with open eyes in the coffin of the Prime Minister's Mansion. The Bianhua birthmark entwined on the left wrist is connected to the poison doctor space that can summon modern medicine and equipment, and the bleeding bite mark behind the ear seals the life and death contract with the Lord of Yama Hall.
In this seven-day revenge game, the hypocritical concubine's plagiarism brand oozed corpse poison, the sanctimonious prince's skin was crawling with poisonous insects, and even the crazy emperor Xiao Jin, who fed her poison every night, actually had a quantum core homologous to her laboratory embedded in his heart. When the army of the living dead emerged from the imperial mausoleum, Su Wanli discovered that this thousand-year-old poisonous plot had been laid out in modern times - the genetic samples wailing in the test tubes were all dignitaries in history who should have died.
"You use poison to kill your heart, but I use hatred as a guide." On the execution ground, Su Wanli crushed the caramel handed over by Xiao Jin, and the amber syrup condensed into a decapitating sword. The severed head rolled past the 300-level Danbi, but standing in the dragon chair was the flying shadow of a white lab coat. In this game between hell and the world, the flesh and blood of time and space will ultimately be used as bets.
