"The water... Smells so fishy..."
The hoarse cries of the night crows penetrated the shrill cold wind, and the putrid mud of the mass grave pressed tightly against the thin coffin board, causing pain to the eardrums.
The throat was burned to pieces by the poison that penetrated the intestines. Shen Lingxi was trapped in a cramped death coffin that lacked oxygen. Her mouth was filled with the smell of earth, and her hands were holding on to the half of a rusty shovel that had been pushed through the gap.
The oxygen in her lungs was about to be exhausted. In the darkness, Shen Lingxi opened her eyes suddenly. There is no panic, only the ultimate coldness that belongs to the top modern poison doctors.
There was the sound of heavy trampling of soil above the head, accompanied by a vicious sneer: "Fill it in harder! The second lady has ordered that this bitch drinks Hedinghong. Even if she turns into a ghost, she must be sealed in the coffin. She must not be allowed to ruin the engagement party of Prince Tomorrow!"
"Don't worry, mama, the wild dogs in this mass grave in the wilderness are disgusted by the smell. Even Shen Lingxi, the Great Luo Jinxian, can't even think about it today..."
Before the servant finished speaking, a creepy muffled sound of "crunching" suddenly came from the ground.
