Insanely Pampered Wife: Divine Doctor Fifth Young Miss - Chapter 2279: A Reason

Mu Qing was struck by lightning and ended up traveling to the prehistory, 10,000 years in the past, where she began her days of cohabitation with ancient people ……

They were simple and thus perseverant; they were primitive but filled with affection; they were waiting for civilization but already wise beyond measure.

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Yu Xiao, who is almost hopeless in the terminal stage, has already become a Buddha, waiting to die in the Buddha system every day.
One day, an APP was automatically downloaded on her mobile phone——the patient communication forum of the Fourth Hospital.
Fourth hospital? Isn’t the local fourth hospital a psychiatric hospital?
Click in and see the first post:
【Morgue Raiders Guide】
Yu Xiao: ???
The second post: [Inventory of the ghosts I have encountered over the years]
Yu Xiao: It really deserves to be a mental illness exchange forum.
【Teach you step by step to become a talisman master! 】
This seems to be quite interesting!
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Terror fell that night, and the hospital was shrouded in blood. An indescribable monster wandered around pushing the cart outside the ward, “Let me see who is being misbehaved again?”
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That night the house-watching ghost lifted Yu Xiao’s quilt, and the house-watching ghost touched the talisman beside Yu Xiao’s pillow, and the house-watching ghost was bombarded by five thunders.
The house-watching ghost is crying, why do high-level talismans appear in the novice dungeon?!

Read the guide:
1. If there is no accident, it will be updated at 20:00 every day.
2. Strong women, the heroine is not very serious and talks a lot.
3. There is a male protagonist, but it will not appear at the beginning.

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