A muffled sound rang out, flowers scattered, and the ink dance vanished without a trace of life in an instant.,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.,Ten years after the apocalypse ran rampant, it's back.。