But miraculously, raising my head, I could still see the distant smokestacks continuously spewing thick smoke.,In an instant, blood gushed out of the wound viciously, like a miniature fountain, spurting straight up to the ceiling. It then shattered into splatter after splatter, crashing down onto the ground with a sizzle and pop.,'It should be a passerby, as long as they don't make a sound, the other party will politely scram.'。