"Wow! A Colt Python!"
"This is a classic charm gun, but if I remember correctly, the Colt Company stopped mass-producing it a hundred years ago due to its complicated manufacturing process… Is this a customized one?"
Standing nearby, Doctor Du Zemu, with his eyes wide open, looked at the wooden box in Zheng Qing's arms and asked with interest.
"Not a special order, this kind of charm gun is still being sold by the Colt Company." The witch denied Doctor Du Zemu's speculation and added, "But they rarely sell it openly anymore."
"What's the difference between that and a customized one…" Doctor Du Zemu shrugged. While he was talking, his hand wasn't idle. Instead, he was stirring an eyeball-soaking solution with a thin glass rod. The glass rod clinked with the glass cup, creating a clear and pleasant sound. The eyeball full of bloodshot veins was bobbing up and down in the solution, enjoying a magical spa.
