"Tan Fei and Miao Shuangshuang, you two go out first. We just need to examine Hong Yi," Zhang Chen said.
Tan Fei and Miao Shuangshuang stared at Hong Yi for a moment, said nothing more, and turned to leave the dining hall.
"Jia Xin, check him first. I'm afraid something like what happened to Xiao Lan might happen again."
Before Zhang Chen could finish, Jia Xin took a purple blade of grass from a small pouch at his waist, tore off one of its leaves, and handed it to Hong Yi.
"Swallow it. Don't chew."
Hong Yi clearly trusted Jia Xin. Without a word, he swallowed it whole.
Yet just as the leaf entered Hong Yi's body, the tiny red worm that had burrowed into his brain slowly crawled out. After struggling for a while, however, it crawled back into his brain.
Jia Xin stared at the grass in his hand for a long time before saying,
"It should be fine. This Mother-Child Ghost Grass lives together and dies together, and it is also one of ghosts' favorite foods. The mother grass is the main stalk, while the child grass is the leaves growing from it—the part I had Hong Yi swallow earlier.
"This Mother-Child Ghost Grass isn't an ordinary plant. Humans can't digest it, so it will be expelled with their stool after being swallowed. At the same time, few ghosts can resist such delicious food. But the mother grass is still alive after all this time, which means the child grass hasn't been eaten by a ghost."
Jia Xin gave a brief explanation, letting Hong Yi, who stood nearby, breathe a sigh of relief.
"Is this guy Doraemon? Does he carry all sorts of weird things around with him?" Zhang Chen really wanted to complain. But after thinking