The man spoke, then picked up a knife and pointed it at Mo Wu's dirty face, saying softly:,A somewhat husky voice, calm with a hint of amusement.,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.。