The residence of the prefect of the king.

A secluded yard was constantly emitting a foul odor, and half of the mansion was stinking everywhere.

Outside the yard, one servants blocked their noses, carried toilets one after another, and ran towards the yard one after another.

A room deep in the courtyard made continuous puff sounds, and then a rumbling sound was heard, like the water of the Yellow River... A stream of turbid yellow air rushed out.

In the room.

Zhao Heihong's face was sallow, thin, and weak, and he sat on a toilet, feeling that he couldn't use any strength all over his body.

It was already the fourth day, and he was still pulling it, never listening to it for a moment.

He felt his intestines and internal organs seem to be pulling out.

Even if he is a awakened person, he can't stand it.

At this moment, the whole person became extremely thin, no one, no ghost, and extremely unbearable.

His body trembled, his stomach kept making a sensational sound, and the toilet he had just changed was quickly filled with it again.

"Toilet, hurry, change the toilet..."

Zhao Heihong shouted with difficulty.

A group of servants quickly carried the new toilet again and ran in.

Outside the yard.

The seven masters of the Netherworld Sect were completely shocked and looked at each other.

What's wrong with this?

This is seriously abnormal!

What is their Deputy Leader Zhao’s cultivation level?

The strength of the late stage of the month!

Even if you are the most powerful poison in the world, this is impossible.

"This... this is not a curse, right?"

A hall master suddenly said in a trembling voice.

If you continue like this, it will really be dead.
Chapter completed!