C159 Zhou Qianqian's Ghost

At the same time, a weird wind blew in front of me, causing the head of the head to move slightly. With the help of the dim light, I could see that the corner of Little Liang's mouth was slightly tilted downwards, as if he was smiling at me. Streams of red blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth, and his head was tilting downwards, slanted, and fell onto the ground with a grunt