"When the demon walks the street, he leaves behind nothing more than dried up corpses and a rain of blood," Chen Qiao randomly decided to answer Fu Jie's question that had almost been forgotten and ignored.
Fu Jie looked at him with a blank gaze, as if trying to decipher what this man had just said.
Chen Qiao had his eyes glued to the sky as he continued, "There was a bloodless corpse and a rain of blood. Could it really be him?"
Dai Xiaobo, who was the first person to state that this was caused by raining blood shook his head as he responded with the same answer once again, "I don't know."
Suddenly the ground that was cracking up stopped and something impossible happened. The ground was magically being reattached together.
The rain of blood that was falling on them magically started floating up once again.
Fu Jie was amazed and scared at the happenings, but his amazement was stronger than his fear of heights.
