"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.,The colored lights emitted a faint electrical hum and flickered on and off, causing another wave of panic among the crowd.,Qin Yi's eyes quietly swept over the crowd around him, and finally his gaze fixed on the scarlet digits of the electronic clock on the wall, falling into deep contemplation.。