Rebirth: The First Female Physician

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Just like before a hurricane comes on the sea.

The surrounding air became condensed, as if it had stopped flowing.

The small animals that were originally chirping in the surrounding wilderness woods seemed to be hibernating at this time, and no sound could be heard.

Dead silence.

Yang Zimei now has a deep understanding of this word.

She told Huo Wenhua to stay inside and not move around, opened the driver's door and walked out.

The crimson Moxie sword in her hand was tightly held in her hand, trembling slightly with her nervous mood, making a low cry.

And the small iron tower on the left hand is also changing color slightly, and it seems to feel the changes around it.

A black cloud began to roll out at the col 100 meters ahead.

The cloud was very thick, like a big black mushroom, rolling towards Yang Zimei.

No matter how good Yang Zimei's eyesight was, she still couldn't see clearly what was inside the black cloud.

The god of death will not be in the state of a black cloud, right?

Yang Zimei thought suspiciously, her heartstrings began to tighten, and the palm of the hand holding the sword was slightly sweating.

The distance is about 30 meters.

The black cloud suddenly changed...

A man wearing a black wide-sleeved robe slowly stepped out of the black cloud with empty steps, his black hair that grew to his heels rose without wind, floating behind him at will, giving people A strong visual effect.

Compared with his black robe, he held a black sickle in his white hand.

The black air is entwined on the sickle, so thick that it seems that it cannot be melted away for a thousand years.

His face, which was originally covered by long hair, suddenly revealed more than half of it.

Seeing that half of the pale jade face that was as handsome as if carved with a knife, Yang Zimei's original guard was instantly lifted, and her nervousness turned into joy.

"Xuehu, is that you?"

The Moye sword in her hand hung down, she stepped forward quickly, and called out softly.

The man in black robe looked down at her...

Seeing his pupils, Yang Zimei was slightly surprised.

One of his eyes exposed from the long hair, the pupil was blacker than the sickle in his hand, it was so dark, it was as black as a black hole, it was going to swallow everything in the world.

Xuehu's eyes are not like this.

His eyes are clear and bright.

However, the exposed half of the face is exactly the same as Xuehu.

"Snow Lake?"

She tried again, asking in a low voice.

The man in black robe raised the sickle in his hand, and said, "Those who stand in the way of death! Die!"

His voice is not at all like the gentle and cool sound of the snow lake, but it is as if the metal has been frosted, deep and hoarse and cold, as if from the [-]th hell, which makes people shudder.

Yang Zimei was very courageous, but when she heard this voice, she still couldn't help getting goose bumps and chills down her spine.

grim Reaper?

Not Snow Lake?

Why does it look so similar to Snow Lake?

Her Mo Xie sword that was hanging down was raised again.

The aura of this god of death is extremely powerful, and the magic power is beyond her imagination.

She knew she was no match for him at all.

But also know that Grim Reaper has Grim Reaper rules.

The sickle in his hand is used to harvest souls, but it cannot be harvested at will.

Seeing her raise the Moxie sword, the sickle in Death God's hand moved slightly. Before she could react, the Moxie sword in her hand fell to the ground in an instant, making a clanking sound in dissatisfaction...

Yang Zimei looked at her palm.

Before Mo Xiejian fell from her hand, she didn't even feel any external force.

The sword suddenly seemed to become void, and fell to the ground by itself.

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