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Chen Ping transmigrated into a Martial Arts world and sat among beggars.
    His memories lingered amid a rain of bullets, a bullet prying open his skull...
    Touched his head, felt the scalp still intact, but his eyes seemed to have issues. Whenever he focused on his brain, illusions appeared, seeing a white silkworm in the depths of his mind move slightly.
    “Your hand, was it also chopped off by Boss Yat?”
    “No, I chopped it myself.”