"Uncle, Brother Jiao's condition is not very good. Not only has he been possessed by an evil spirit, but his body has also been poisoned by corpses. He is already dead."
Xing Chang shouted at Greg again.
Although Xing Chang meant that the body was cold, not that the life was cold.
But in fact, it is not much different.
At this time, Jiao San's body was as cold as ice, his face was pale, his forehead was black, and his pulse and breathing were gradually weakening.
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