C1075 The Train Runs with a Soul(1)

The head of the Xiao Wang in front of him didn't have a single spark, and was simply a stiff corpse.

I reached out my hand and checked Xiao Wang's breath. At this moment, I found that he was still panting, but completely lost in thought, I slapped his mouth, but he still didn't react at all. It was as if he was a wooden puppet, completely at a loss of what to do