The wind is stained with blood, the wind drives the blood, and the wind and blood are handed over to the whole world. Feng Laiwu, who was frightened by the news, and his seven dead soldiers actually became "dead" soldiers overnight. No one knew how they died, no one dared to think. The boss uses a knife. No one has seen his knife. Those who have seen it have already become the soul of the knife, and no one is spared. At this moment, this knife and his people were hanging together in the most prosperous market in the city, just like the meat on the butcher's butcher's board. Nowadays, even a pig-butcher can slaughter him at will. The scabbard of the knife was missing, and the blade of the knife was broken, looking like scrap metal.