"Fill in the soil! Hurry! You don't even need to roll up the straw mats, just bury this evil star!"
The cold muddy water mixed with the smelly rotten soil filled the mouth and nose crazily. The feeling of suffocation tore through his lungs, and Su Yaoyao opened his eyes suddenly.
Mass grave, rainy night.
Three strong men were wielding shovels, and the evil mistress Lin stood at the edge of the pit, looking at her at the bottom of the pit with a ferocious face.
No nonsense, not half a second of hesitation. Su Yaoyao arched her back suddenly in the violent suffocation, like a Shura crawling out of hell, and his bloody hands poked out from the mud like lightning.
The original owner was a weak doormat, but the soul in this body at the moment is the top miracle doctor in the 22nd century who is both skilled in medicine and poisoning, and makes underground forces around the world fearful!
Relying on muscle memory, she noticed that the poisonous powder that the original owner had randomly grabbed for self-defense before his death still remained in the cracks of his fingernails - it was the lowest-grade mixture of oleander and gutwort. But in Su Yaoyao's hands, this is the sickle of death.
