Rebirth: The First Female Physician

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Yang Zimei couldn't help but spit out, and then waited for the change to appear!

To her disappointment, there was no change, not even a bubble!

Xiaoqian and the others were also waiting with a heart of wanting to see a miracle, but in the end they saw nothing. The feeling was the same as when everyone jumped into the pool of blood with the feeling of jumping into the abyss, only to find that it was just a shallow nest. Mood.

"Haha! Sister, you lost!"

Xiaoqian came to her senses, clapped her hands and laughed loudly, "Your saliva is useless, Grandpa Huo, spit it too!"

Huo Wenhua spat at the bloody water.

The clone ghost also spat out.

In the end, there were still two big bubbles.

"Is this blatant discrimination against me?"

Yang Zimei rolled his eyes straight, pierced his dantian again, and spat hard into the pool of blood.

There is still no change, and there is not even a single vesicle.

Damn, it's really discriminatory!

Yang Zimei couldn't help but swear in her heart.

"Let's go back!"

Yang Zimei turned around and said, "I guess there is nothing more."

"All right!"

Xiaoqian and the others followed her back only a few steps, when they suddenly heard a loud noise in the pool of blood, and everyone turned their heads in fright.

It seemed that two bombs had been dropped into the pool of blood, splashing countless blood.

The bloody water suddenly dried up, exposing the bottom of the pool.

Everyone blinked.

"My intuition tells me that this is the fault of my sister's slobber!"

Xiaoqian yelled.

Yang Zimei returned to the pool of blood.

The bottom of the pool became clear, and there was actually a dragon carved on it.

This dragon is similar to the dragon on the jade table before, with a sword stuck in its tail, and the wound is bleeding profusely.

And this blood is the source of blood in the blood pool.

It was so!

Yang Zimei didn't even think about it this time, she bit her finger and dripped a drop of blood.

The blood dripped, the sword disappeared, the dragon's tail swung a few times, the painful expression disappeared, and he quietly closed his eyes in a sleeping posture.

Yang Zimei walked down and reached out to caress its face.

The dragon gradually disappeared under her fingers...

The stone wall above the head suddenly opened slowly, and a chain ladder fell down.

Yang Zimei climbed up, and Xiaoqian and the others followed. There was also a palace above, and a blue jade coffin was placed in the center.

Without any decoration, it just sits there quietly.

She has seen red and black coffins before, but Yang Zimei has never seen blue ones, and of course, she has never seen a coffin made of jade, which is simply a luxury version.

Yang Zimei looked with the eyes of heaven.

There is no resentment of the soul on the coffin, and it may be empty inside.

She walked over and carefully pushed open the coffin lid...

There were really no bones inside, just a suit of clothes.

The outfit turned out to be modern white casual clothes, and it looked familiar.

"Sister, isn't this the style you like to wear?"

Xiaoqian said from the side.

Yes, it is the style I like to wear.

Yang Zimei reached out her hand suspiciously to take out the clothes.

Who knows, the clothes may be too long, and the surface looks fine, but when you reach out and touch them, they turn into ashes.

Yang Zimei felt so regretful that her intestines turned green.

She pushed back the ashes of the clothes to see if there was anything else underneath.

The bottom is empty, and there are no patterns on the bottom of the coffin.

"Sister, the ashesed clothes just now should be yours, right? Who is so hateful, put your clothes in the coffin and cursed you to death?"

Xiaoqian asked a little worried.

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