I Was Shot by My Brother at the Beginning, and I Awakened the Traces of Sin

When the cold alcohol cotton was rubbed on the skin with protruding veins on the inside of his elbow, Xiao Tian didn't even tremble. It's not that he's not afraid, it's that he's completely dead. Just like when you put your hand into ice water in the winter, it stings at first, but after a while there is only a dull numbness, as if the hand is no longer yours. "Name?" The voice of the bailiff wearing a mask was a bit muffled, as if he was separated by a layer of cotton.