Zhang Fatty was covered in blood, his huge and stout figure resembling a bear in the darkness. He gasped for breath heavily, it was unclear if he was conscious.,The silver chain was still fastening Liu Feifei, and I followed the direction of the chain upward, seeking help.,From the hem of his sleeves, an inky garment that shimmered faintly with silver light, a chain trailed. Jiang Qiyun stood before the gate of hell, eyes lowered as he stared at me.。