"Seventh Sister!"
Qian Wanyu waved a hand. Once the black worm gu entered her body, her dark-type spiritual power quickly melted it down, channeling it all into the thousand-thread silk. After a few flickers, it vanished without a trace. She tried several more times and discovered that, for a Death Spirit Master, this worm gu was actually a nourishing tonic.
Qing Mo was also trembling with apprehension. "What Meng Yixiao used before seemed to be this same kind of worm gu."
Now, Qian Wanyu performed a Soul Search on every Death Spirit Master she encountered, gleaning information from their scattered memories. That madman controlled other people's lives and deaths, then had his loyal subordinates control those of ordinary Death Spirit Masters. It was like laying a staircase, extending downward step by step.
A Death Spirit Master like her, with a fate cocoon planted inside her, could already be considered one of that madman's trusted aides.
"Yes."
"You should still be careful."
Looking at the worm gu disappearing in her hand, Qian Wanyu sneered. Back then, dealing with such a tiny thing had taken them so much effort. Now, all she needed was a gentle pinch to make these worm gu vanish into nothing.
Jian Tongyao stood nearby, watching her crush them one after another, her contemptuous expression as though she were looking at so many ants. Only then did Jian Tongyao relax a little. "Seventh Sister, are you all right? Those little worms-"
Qian Wanyu inspected the strands of thousand-thread silk inside her. After receiving a little nourishment, they had grown at a visibly rapid rate and become even more active. "These are good things."
Jian Tongyao shuddered. They did not look like good things at all. They looked more like bloodsucking worms.
Qian Wanyu absorbed all the worm gu