For those who studied art professionally, no one was a stranger to this tool. It was a highly razor-sharp utility knife typically used to sharpen drawing pencils. Julian wore a half-smile as he took the initiative to step forward a few more paces, approaching intimately close to the young man's position, and then, without any hesitation, he directly pointed the handle of the utility knife toward the young man: "Come on, take it. Being touched by something filthy means one must die to be cleansed, so there is absolutely no way that the filthy thing itself can brazenly survive and not die. Tell me, is my logic correct?"
