Mo Wu lay on the ground, her clothes slashed to shreds by the sword, blood staining them crimson.,Phantom Orchid, demon world's strange grass. It lives for thirty years before producing one leaf, another thirty years to grow another leaf, and yet another thirty years to bloom a flower. The flowers are pitch-black as ink, the size of a copper coin. Though they are harmless, once touched, they will conjure phantom images on a person's face.,To live, to survive, endless killing and slaughter day and night have left his hands riddled with wounds, ugly and scarred.。