The vicious female supporting role is reborn to create everyone equally

Bang bang bang!

The iron door was hammered hard, shaking the white banners in the mourning hall.

Min Shu put down the medicine in his hand, slowly put on a homemade mask, and then fully armed himself in a plastic raincoat before walking to the door.

There is no way, Baizhu is too poor, and there are too few leftover medicinal materials that can be picked up.

Otherwise, Min Shugao should make himself an antidote pill first, so he doesn't have to worry about harming others while poisoning himself.

It had darkened before we knew it, and the mourning hall, with no lights and no windows, looked particularly eerie.

There was laughter coming from outside the door: "Sister Bai Zhu, open the door, the brothers want to borrow some money from you."

Min Shu stood beside the coffin. Bai Zhu had very good eyesight. After getting used to the darkness, he could even see the wall falling off along with the crumbling iron door.

boom!

As the largest piece of wall fell off, the moonlight also fell into the room along with the broken iron door.

The room was too small, and the fallen iron door was only a few centimeters away from the spirit platform. If he had used more force, he would have knocked over the photo of Bai Ming.

Several people stepped into the iron gate outside. The leader fanned the dust and looked at Min Shu beside the coffin: "You didn't even turn on the light, so that we would face a photo of a dead person as soon as we opened the door. Bai Shu, you are such a bad girl."

The others also laughed and said:

"Sister Bai Shu is usually too well protected and doesn't know how to serve others. We brothers will teach her tonight and she will learn it."

"Bai Ming is watching you, aren't you afraid?"

"Why should I be afraid? He acted arrogantly before and thought he would be a superior person if he met an important person in the Colosseum. But he died faster than anyone else. Hahahaha, I thought his face could really make others superior!"

"The best of the best? Hahahaha, how? Maybe he really has been the best of the best, but we just don't know it?"

"No matter whether he has ever been a superior person or not, today we let him watch his sister being a superior person, which will also let him rest in peace, hahahaha..."

The men's dirty words, accompanied by obscene and explicit looks, filled the mourning hall.

Min Shu counted the seconds in his mind and waited quietly.

Soon, with a thud, the leading man fell down, as if he had a seizure, twitching wildly and foaming at the mouth.

"Brother? What's wrong with you? Uh-"

the second.

"How come I vomit——"

The third.

"Is it haunted?"

Some people were so scared that they turned around and ran, but unfortunately they didn't get out of the room and fell down with their legs limp.

After all five people had lost the ability to move, Min Shu stepped over their twisted bodies, walked to the door, took a deep breath, and then sat down.

The concentration of poison inside is still a bit high.

Her head was aching a bit, so she needed to rest here for a while.

"Uh uh uh--"

The young man who was suffering from epilepsy was twitching and vomiting, with black blood flowing out of all his orifices. His tongue was numb and he could only gurgle for help, but his stiff arms made it impossible for him to hold anyone back.

The vomiting boy seemed to be vomiting out his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys. He was scratching his throat while vomiting. The itching from his stomach to his throat made him want to dig open his flesh and tear out his throat and stomach and scratch them.

The third one was the least sober. He looked at Bai Ming in the photo and walked out with a sinister smile on his pale face. He stretched out his hand and tightened his neck little by little.

Min Shu sat on the steps, holding a pen and recording the symptoms of several people, while making modifications and adding and subtracting medicinal materials, like a rigorous scientific researcher.

It was not until the noise from the people inside died down that she dusted off her pants and walked in with the notebook.

Min Shu squatted beside the epileptic man and said, "You look like you're going to die."

He was twitching like a madman and wanted to grab her with his hands.

Min Shu stepped on his hand and said, "Epilepsy is a disease that requires careful treatment and care to return to a stable state. Now I will serve you well and help you with your treatment."

“Ahhh cough cough—”

The man foaming at the mouth was choked by the foam and twisted on the ground like a maggot.

Min Shu stood up, took out the sawtooth hammer for grinding medicine from the small room, and walked to the side of the vomiting boy, "Does it itch?"

The boy nodded frantically. His neck had been scratched so deeply that the bones were visible, and his nails were filled with blood and flesh.

Min Shu placed the sawtooth hammer in the boy's hand and said, "Take good care of him. If I think you are good enough, I will heal you."

The young man looked at the small hammer in his hand, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he smashed it directly towards Min Shu's head.

Min Shu sprayed the spray in his hand into his eyes.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

The boy's miserable screams echoed throughout the slums.

The few families who had secretly opened their doors to look in this direction were so scared that they all closed their doors tightly.

Min Shu sighed and walked up to another man who was limp and powerless.

"you think……"

"No, no, no, that's not it! I am willing to do it, I am willing to do anything you want me to do!"

The man knelt on the ground, took the serrated hammer with his hands raised high, and while looking at Min Shu's eyes, he walked to the epileptic man and gently hit his head with the hammer.

Min Shu frowned slightly: "Will he be comfortable like this? I remember that serving people is not like this."

The man froze, looked into the epileptic man's fearful, pleading eyes, then closed his eyes and moved the hammer downwards.

Soon, the small room was filled with even more desperate, shrill and long screams.

Min Shu just let them huddle together and crawl twistedly in the darkness of the mourning hall, and carefully recorded their different symptoms at different times.

I don’t know how long it was before the midnight bell rang and curfew arrived.

The sound of the bell seemed to have awakened some of their consciousness. Except for the epileptic man who was staring at the sky in a daze, the others all regained some mobility.

They knelt down and cried until their tears and snot were all over their faces: "Please, let us go, we didn't do this on purpose, we didn't come here to find you, it was Master Bai, it was Master Bai who asked us to come here!"

Min Shu: "Why did Mr. Bai ask you to come?"

"Mr. Bai thinks it is an honor for a pariah to be fed to the dog of his benefactor. He thinks you should not accept the money. Instead, you should be grateful and thank the dog of the benefactor for allowing Bai Ming to end his lowly life. Maybe he can be reborn into a better life in his next life."

The person who was speaking became more and more frightened, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Min Shu did not show any sign of anger, but just listened quietly. After he finished speaking, he said, "Then how much benefit did you receive from him to do this?"

The young man lowered his head and said, "That's Master Bai. He thinks highly of us and asked us to handle this matter. How dare we ask for benefits?"

"Oh?" Min Shu threw the spray bottle in his hand, "Then I think highly of you and asked you to help me try the medicine again. You should be happy to do that, right?"

The young man's face changed drastically: "No, no, no... Young Master Bai said that he has a place to go to Heaven City. If we succeed in this matter, he will recommend us to go there to be servants of the Lord Favored One!"