(Violent, clever transmigrated-into-a-book cannon fodder × gloomy, scheming reborn villain, 1v1)
I was reincarnated as a dung beetle, and after I died, I activated the Dung God System.
When I opened my eyes again, Jiang Jinghao, the greatest fighter in history, had become a cannon-fodder woman in ancient times.
Not only had her family fortune been snatched from her, she’d also been forced into a ghost marriage, expected to bear an heir for a corpse?!
With a thousand-pound punch, she went on a “kill” spree, one punch at a time!
Her family was dirt poor, and their fields yielded nothing?
She grew miraculous mushrooms worth a fortune each and made powerful fertilizer that multiplied the harvest!
Three years later, a great drought struck. The land was strewn with the starving dead, and water and food were scarce.
Even tree bark and grass roots could be turned into food and water. Nutrient drinks and mushroom cakes filled the bellies of people across the land.
The emperor and the people built temples and worshiped her as a holy sovereign. Wherever she appeared, officials bowed and the emperor stood in attendance.
In the three years since transmigrating into a book, Jiang Jinghao had built a paradise of her own. While drought ravaged the outside world, her domain was lush and verdant, with misty rain, fruit-laden trees, and a gentle Jiangnan atmosphere. She lived in absolute comfort, and the beautiful, tragic villain she had picked up was now a well-behaved little puppy who served her tea, ran errands, and stayed by her side. Not only had he avoided turning evil and destroying the world, he had also passed the imperial exams, opened a school, and become a master of his field.
But there was something strange about the way he looked at her…
Why did strange mosquito bites keep appearing on her body every night? Why were her dreams full of scenes of her bullying him?
Hey, you little Nanman, don’t use your beauty to get away with anything!
And no poisoning me in my dreams!
And you’re not allowed to cry!
In the villages of the ancient Qiang people, the righteous shibi ritual specialist and the wicked poison cat are one yang and one yin, opposites who repel yet depend on each other. When both dwell in one body, and a demon sits upon the altar, is it a blessing or a curse?
