Be Buried at the Beginning? Put a Talisman on Your Husband, the King of Hell, with Your Backhand

Jiang Wan, a top modern funeral beautician, died suddenly while working overtime and became the buried princess who had just been poisoned in the Dayin Dynasty. When she woke up in the cold iron coffin, it was her legendary Yin Predator who died of tuberculosis - Xie Wushe - lying on her body. Her professional habits allowed her to spot the strange cause of death at a glance. With her tools and fierce strength, she pried the coffin to survive and performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation on the "corpse". Result - Lord Yama returned the product. The moment Xie Wushe opened his eyes, he was filled with rage, like a Rakshasa from hell. Jiang Wan's hands were faster than his brain, and a box of lipstick and cinnabar was slapped directly on his forehead, and he drew a talisman to calm the mind and suppress evil spirits! "Don't move! I just brought you back from the Palace of Hell. If you want to die again, don't hurt me!" The prince, who had cinnabar on his forehead and a strange face, fainted again. Outside the coffin, there are many murderous intentions that want to put them to death; inside the coffin, there is the sinister Yama who may take his life at any time. Jiang Wan took a deep breath: Okay, let's talk professionally. From then on, the talisman in the left hand kept (him) safe, and the silver needle in the right hand broke the conspiracy. Everyone said that Princess Su went crazy after she was buried, and she kept talking all day long, but they didn't know that she secretly practiced metaphysics and poison medicine, and liquidated those who harmed her one by one. And the prince who "resurrected from the dead" stepped out of the coffin and stirred up troubles in the court. His methods were more ruthless and unpredictable than before, but... The occasional cinnabar mark on his forehead always made the way he looked at the woman complicated and dangerous. He thought she was a chess piece, but she became the only variable he couldn't figure out, and... The warm light of late-night craving