The Great Demon Holm

In an instant, blood gushed out of the wound viciously, like a miniature fountain, spurting straight up to the ceiling. It then shattered into splatter after splatter, crashing down onto the ground with a sizzle and pop.,Jack only felt his mind go blank for a moment, then a feeling of absurdity and wickedness crawled up onto his scalp.,That person glanced at the still-spouting blood fountain before them, showing no signs of alarm. Instead, they let out a breath as if suddenly understanding something.。