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The people opposite also stopped firing, staring in shock as those who had "died" rose back up like zombies, their eyes bulging out of their sockets.
Elder Zhao, seasoned as he was, only showed surprise for a moment before he immediately pinpointed the problem. He snatched a gun from someone nearby, and his aged, wrinkled fingers nimbly dismantled the bullets.
The atmosphere abruptly turned chilling, giving one the feeling of standing in hell, with a coldness seeping into their bones.
He pried open the bullet, and beneath the thin layer of metal on the outside was, astonishingly, silicone.
His malevolent eyes searched for Qinghe's figure, finally resting in one spot. From his throat, he emitted a hoarse, beast-like sound, "Good, very good, indeed."
Even the people standing beside Qinghe, upon seeing Elder Zhao with fangs bared like a beast ready to devour its prey, couldn't help but shiver, all except for Qinghe, who remained unmoved.