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.,What's going on Was that person on the phone talking about 'Mr. Jack',The overcast sunlight streamed in from the edge of his body, casting an eerie golden hue over the blood-soaked room.。