C2331 Jiu Zun the Heart of Imprint

Inside the hospital, Huo Qingyang watched as he was pushed into the emergency room. Huo Qingyang, whose head was covered in sweat, looked at his hands that were dyed red with blood.

From time to time, a black figure would flash past his eyes. Huo Qingyang seemed to have been knocked over, but he seemed to have lost his soul, as he continued to stare at his trembling hands