"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.,To save the ghost, a glimmer of hope remained! Qin Yi bowed before the Northern Ghost General, Da Shura, for an unknown and humble ghost soldier.,Immediately, his face turned cold, radiating a thick aura of killing intent.。