The Heaven-Defying Doctor Consort: I Lead My Disabled General to Conquer the Chaotic Age

A maid fakes her death to escape beheading, only to start drawing prize after prize from a pile of corpses?

Rain poured down as the mass grave outside the execution grounds gaped like a churning maw of blood.

Muddy water mixed with severed limbs, swirling through the gullies.

The stench of decay was so thick you could squeeze juice from it. Even the wild dogs kept their distance.

But right in the middle of the mountain of corpses, a pale hand suddenly twitched. Its fingertips trembled as they dug into the cold, wet earth, like the first tendril crawling back from hell to the land of the living.

Feng Zhiyuan opened her eyes.

Half a rotting leaf was stuffed in her mouth, its bitter, rancid taste shooting straight to her head.

She didn’t spit it out, afraid of making a sound.

She just clenched her teeth and forced her breathing into a thread