"Dead Well, that's good! A few days ago you offended the son of Marquis Yinshan, so I kept you here and now I will send your corpse to him. It'll be a favor to the young master!",As they spoke, the blade tip grazed Mo Wu's forehead wound, which was still dripping blood, poised to slice down...,Mo Wu's voice had improved somewhat, no longer as hoarse as before, even carrying a light and gentle warmth. But the man was already terrified, tears and snot streaming down his face, and at the same time, a foul smell wafted up from below.。