C133 Blood River Hell

Old Taoist Zhang was like a piece of wood, motionless.

Poison Elder grabbed me and said, "Zhang, don't be like this …"

I shook his hand away and got up to run out. I went to the kitchen and took out some matches from the stove. I ran over to the extinguished lamps and started to light them one by one. I trembled as I drew one match after another. Strangely enough, no matter how I lighted them