A muffled sound rang out, flowers scattered, and the ink dance vanished without a trace of life in an instant.,Shouting, the man didn't care about anything else and ran. But the next second, a ghostly figure blocked his path. Before he could react, his neck was instantly gripped.,The sickening crack of bone echoed through the air, cutting short the man's pleas. Mo Wu lightly released her grip, allowing the corpse to slump like a puppet to the ground.。