I rushed over, put my hand on his shoulder, and felt a strong evil in his body.

I immediately helped him dispel that powerful evil, and his blood was no longer sprayed out so crazily. Then I helped him heal the wound on his finger.

Seeing no more bleeding, a middle-aged man turns around and gasps for breath.

I looked at the bloody word on the ground. What is it? Does it have anything to do with the landlady inside?

I looked at the small door, and the landlady was still inside, not coming out.

There was a sudden change next to me. The middle-aged man who had been spraying...