"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!",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.,His pupils began to contract rapidly. The next second, a memory buried deep in his mind exploded in his consciousness like fireworks.。