"Oh no, wouldn't this fellow be truly dead from the fall" Yang Qingqing frowned, her willow brows furrowed. She leaned in by the youth's nostrils, probing for breath. There was no warmth at all.,Don't say he's just a local thug, even an ordinary hooligan. A few sweet words and two hands, it wouldn't be a capital offense, right,In hell, demons, yakshas, and asuras roam the land. The weak are devoured by the strong, and power is the ultimate ruler.。