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.,A muffled sound rang out, flowers scattered, and the ink dance vanished without a trace of life in an instant.,The sickening crack of bone echoed through the air, cutting short the man's pleas. Mo Wu lightly released her grip, allowing the corpse to slump like a puppet to the ground.。