C38 Records of the Zhuang Goudan(2)

We kill people with knives, and then we get killed.

They died, blood splashed on our faces, we died, blood splashed on their faces.

Then what's the point of their death and ours?

Zhang Goudan stood in a sea of blood and mountains of corpses, leaning on his blade that had already rolled up.

He had been standing here for a day and night. The new recruit had died and his head had been split open