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Chapter 2,207: Death Formation
un's whole face was flushed red. He had never killed anyone, let alone shot someone with a gun. This gun was assembled from spare parts he bought himself. He liked firearms when he was abroad, but aft...killing undead creatures felt pointless to him!Looking down at the dozens of undead lurking below the mountain peak, Chen Ping's blood began to boil with anticipation!"I wonder if I could form nine st...