The Great Demon Holm

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.,As he spoke, he cast his gaze towards Old Jack standing beside him. Seeing the latter’s bewildered expression, he nonchalantly took off his old hat and placed it on his chest, then with a lazy slight bow, said:。