The coffin opened and a grass man lay at the bottom of the coffin. There is a layer of 10 cm thick grass on the surface of the cursive man. It's very strange that it smells so fragrant.

for a moment, the grass on the grass man's face wriggles like maggots crawling on the rotten food. Tongjiecao separated, showing a dissatisfied face with the wound, which was turning out with black blood, nausea and terror.

I yelled, single handed, put the long fragrance in the palm of my hand into the mouth of that horrible face, and popped it in.

the last long fragrance was extinguished by the black blood...