Zhang Yinghao placed the black handgun on the table.
What did that mean?
The others were curious, but then the black handgun suddenly stood upright and pointed at Gu Qingshan.
"Well, little guy, how have you been lately?"
The handgun spoke.
Gu Qingshan froze for a moment, then suddenly remembered a familiar figure.
—It had been a powerful firearm, capable of destroying any enemy with ease.
When it had pointed at Trist, even she hadn't dared to make a move.
Barry and Xiao Miao had been its friends, while Yun Ji and Chen Wang had treated it like a sworn brother.
But when they'd gone to the Theology Academy to investigate the Soul Screamer, it had lost to the Soul Screamer. The Tower Guardians' report had said it was destroyed.
"You're—Senior Submachine Gun!" he exclaimed.
The black handgun said, "That's me. It's been a long time."
"Didn't you sacrifice yourself?" Gu Qingshan asked hurriedly.
The black handgun sighed. "That monster was simply too powerful. At the very last moment, I suddenly realized I had no chance of defeating it."
"So..."
"So I used the last of my strength to escape with a few essential parts as I came apart. Then I drifted through the Void Turbulence for dozens of days, finally gathering those parts together to make this handgun."
The black handgun cleared its throat and said solemnly, "Let's get reacquainted. Please call me Submachine Handgun."
Gu Qingshan looked at it, then at Zhang Yinghao, and asked, "How did you meet my friend?"
The black handgun said, "Little Yinghao has decent assassination skills, and he's passable with submachine guns and handguns. His strength is still a little low, but strength can always be improved."
"Little Yinghao had been looking for a suitable firearm in the killer spirit-medium world. I gave