It was as if a handful of burning broken glass had been forced into his lungs, and every extremely weak puff of air was accompanied by a sharp pain like a skin peeling cramp.
Su Banxia opened her eyes suddenly, her pupils shrinking violently in the extreme darkness. There is no light, not even an extra gap. She instinctively wanted to raise her arms, but her fingertips hit the hard wooden board less than three inches from the tip of her nose. A muffled "bang" echoed in this maddeningly cramped space, making her eardrums buzz.
The pungent smell of raw pit soil, the dull smell of inferior pine wood, and the nauseating smell of blood crazily traveled down the nose and into the throat.
A completely nailed coffin!
She, the supreme genius of the ancient martial arts medicine school of the 22nd century, was refining fatal toxins in the laboratory one second ago. How come she was packed alive into a coffin as soon as she opened her eyes?
A sharp stabbing pain suddenly flashed through my mind, and unfamiliar memories poured into my nerves like a tide. Su Banxia, the most unpopular concubine in the Shangshu Palace of the Ministry of War of the Great Chu Kingdom. In order to avoid marrying the marquis of Zhenbei who "died in battle", her sister-in-law Su Ruoxue secretly drugged her to stun her, put on a red wedding dress, and forced her into the nanmu coffin that was about to be buried like an animal waiting to be slaughtered!
Buried with him! Buried alive!
"Ha..." Su Banxia's chapped lips formed an extremely cold arc.
Want her to die? The Lord of Hell's Book of Life and Death also had to ask her if she would answer the poisonous needle in her hand!
