Jiang Zhi, the number one killer in the Immortal Continent, was nicknamed "Female King of Hell". After three hundred years of practice, she finally waited for the day of her ascension. As a result, the ninth thunder struck her soul directly into the body of a little girl who had just been beaten to death in the apocalypse.
When I woke up, I had a broken arm and three ribs. A seven-year-old sister was kneeling next to me crying. In front of me were five scumbags carrying iron pipes.
Jiang Zhi lowered her head and looked at the body that was so thin that it was reduced to ribs, and then looked up at the five people opposite, with only one thought in her mind -
The upper limit of this broken body is too low, so I have to find something to eat quickly.
From then on, there was a rumor in the ruins of the apocalypse: there was a dirty little girl who would ask people "is there anything to eat" when she saw them, rob them if they didn't give them, and kill them if they couldn't get them. Behind her is always a little girl with amber eyes, always holding a thigh bone broken off from a zombie in her arms as a weapon.
Some say she is crazy, some say she is a monster.
Jiang Zhi sneered at this: "What do you know? I have been cultivating the way of killing for three hundred years, and the grandson who killed me is still in the sky. When I find a chance to go back, I have to lift his heavenly spirit cap."
The first rule of survival in the apocalypse - when you can take action, don't talk nonsense.
The second rule of survival in the apocalypse - when grabbing food, grab your life together.
This makes sense.
