In the midst of changing magazines, one of the people suddenly woke up, staggered to stand up, drooling at the mouth, as if possessed, grinning foolishly, and stumbled forward.
Bang!
Without hesitation, Third Uncle shot him right in the center of the forehead.
Three magazines were emptied.
The hall had undergone a significant transformation, with blood splattered across the floor, walls, and ceiling.
Pillow stuffing fluttered around like snow.
The white stuffing contrasted sharply with the bright red blood.
The air was heavy with the smell of blood.
Looking at these people, completely naked, it was clear they had overdosed, abusing such forbidden substances, leading them to pass out one by one.
In such a scene, there wasn't a trace of human morality, only extreme indulgence.
During Doomsday, the more prohibited the act, the more people indulged.
Leading to their downfall, not knowing who they are, constantly in a daze.
