As they spoke, the blade tip grazed Mo Wu's forehead wound, which was still dripping blood, poised to slice down...,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.,His pupils began to contract rapidly. The next second, a memory buried deep in his mind exploded in his consciousness like fireworks.。