"In the putrid mass grave, Su Wan's fingernails were embedded with corpse soil. She looked down at the baby with only one breath left in her arms, and her fingertips touched the familiar canvas bag on her waist - the acupuncture bag she always brought with her when she was studying for graduate school in modern Chinese medicine. At this moment, there were only seven silver needles left.
'Disaster!
The Sangmenxing who killed the whole family!
' When he was thrown here by the Su family three days ago, those curses were still ringing in his ears.
But now, she stared at the baby's pale face and suddenly smiled: "Since God has asked me to dress up as a disaster star, then I will be the biggest savior in this end of the world."
'
The moment the last silver needle was inserted into the baby's heart, the sound of horse hooves was heard in the distance - Gu Zhao, the tombkeeper patrolling the mass graves, lifted the curtain and saw the 'disaster' who was the most undeserving of life. In the pile of dead people, the first glimmer of hope for life was awakened. "
