Everyone Survives in the Ancient Tomb: I Can Refine Poison

Everyone travels through a strange world, and if they want to survive, they have to rob tombs. In the tomb, zombies interpret words and evil soldiers take advantage of the passage; outside the tomb, weird things are rampant, eating souls and killing people. Everyone is vying for the spiritual weapon in the tomb, shivering in the long night with that little light. But I was squatting in the corner of the tomb, collecting resentful spirits. They laughed at me for being crazy and never fought over the utensils. Until the blood moon comes to the sky, everything is rioting. Their spiritual weapons were shattered one after another, and their light was extinguished. And I have already refined the strongest Gu insect, and in one breath, I transformed hundreds of miles of treacherous mist into poisonous miasma. Looking at their frightened faces, I flicked the rusty Luoyang shovel in my hand: "Now, whose hands are the rubbish?"