Tang Huanzhen, a five-page scrap of Chapter 50, was shocked. In his eyes, the strange long gun painted on the golden paper seemed to be a real living thing, making him feel that his body and soul were crushed by the tyrannical atmosphere, and his fingers were almost unconditionally loosened.

When the golden pages were separated, the terrible feeling disappeared. Tang Huan relieved, but suddenly found that his back was filled with cold sweat!

What on earth is this? How terrible is it?

Tang Huan looked back at the golden paper sheet that had fallen back to the bottom of the box. His eyes were uncertain. Although he only pinched...