Blackstone Code

~: two thousand seven hundred and eleven

A young man held a dagger in his hand and dug fist-sized wounds next to a corpse.

Not long after, he dug out a warhead.

The brass bullet has been severely twisted and deformed, and there are even tear-like gaps on the edge that are expanding and tearing outward. It is terrifyingly sharp!

However, these corpses will not feel pain, because after these bullets hit their bodies, they did not even have a chance to feel pain.

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