C223 A Fake Corpse

Changshun was gasping for air, his face flushed a deep red as he struggled to breathe, completely helpless in the grip of a madman.

Disaster often strikes when least expected. Changshun braced himself for the imminent snapping of his neck, but a streak of black light flashed by, and suddenly, his neck was free. Instinctively, he stumbled backward several steps