C70 Dead Ghost

Zhang Xiaojian squinted as he enjoyed what was happening in front of him. It was as if the fresh blood that flowed out was a blossoming peach flower, alluring and brilliant.

"Brother, could it be that there's been a human life?" Orchid asked, looking at the kitchen knife in the child's hand.

"The child will be fine soon." Zhang Xiaojian still squinted his eyes