The Great Demon Holm

But miraculously, raising my head, I could still see the distant smokestacks continuously spewing thick smoke.,Suddenly, Jack had a bad feeling again. He saw the people on the ground clutching their throats so hard that their fingers were stuck in the wounds. Their thick knuckles were poking in and out of the bright red gaps.,Old Jack immediately turned his head. For thirty years he had been a killer, but at this moment, he held his breath in an unusual way.。