As they spoke, the blade tip grazed Mo Wu's forehead wound, which was still dripping blood, poised to slice down...,A few people who had been standing as the backdrop heard the sound and immediately rushed forward!,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.。