C576 Where did the horrible things go

"Mo Xiaoran, this is just the beginning. We have plenty of time to waste." Mu Junyang opened his eyes once again, and his black pupils were filled with an unrelenting fierceness. After taking one last look at the end of the forest, he opened his hand, and a black web of silk spread under his skin. Mu Junyang's hands tightly clenched into a fist, he was too careless this time