Library

Half an hour later, Xiaomeng stopped breathing. His face was swollen beyond human shape, and blood was oozing from all his orifices. Curled up like a baby, lying on his left side, a bug crawled out of his nostril. His mouth was still moving, but in the end he was unable to turn his thoughts into sounds. The air seemed to have solidified. In this atmosphere, a black cloud quietly pushed into the sky above Da'aozi Town. The bloody sunset was gradually obscured, and the raindrops finally fell.