The Great Demon Holm

While it's dressed up in fancy words, even someone like old Jack, who hasn't read much, knows that those smokestacks spew out the sweat and blood of the poor.,Old Jack immediately turned his head. For thirty years he had been a killer, but at this moment, he held his breath in an unusual way.,The overcast sunlight streamed in from the edge of his body, casting an eerie golden hue over the blood-soaked room.。