She was born in the fluorescent place of rotten grass and grew up in the Shura Field of the human world.
A pair of hands soaked in hundreds of poisons, capable of holding both a remedy to save the world and a murderous blade.
"I want this Jiang family's century-old glory to sacrifice my mother's blood debt."
"The benevolence of a doctor? It's just the ashes used by the victor to whitewash peace."
When the bones and blood of his close relatives turned into life-protecting poisonous mist, Jiang Ming crawled out of the death vat and knew that if he wanted to survive in this world, he must first learn to eat people.
When the last prescription turned into a fire butterfly, the cry of a newborn baby came from the ancient temple in the mountains.
"Do you think this world looks like a boiling furnace?"
Intention: Wan Muchun in front of the diseased tree