The Return of the Un

"Oh no, wouldn't this fellow be truly dead from the fall" Yang Qingqing frowned, her willow brows furrowed. She leaned in by the youth's nostrils, probing for breath. There was no warmth at all.,The colored lights emitted a faint electrical hum and flickered on and off, causing another wave of panic among the crowd.,After Qin Yi's death, his soul was drawn by the returning tunnel to the eighteenth layer of hell.。