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"": "The piece of flesh landed right in front of the black silkworm.
The black silkworm bit into the flesh, its head wriggling constantly as it chewed and swallowed.
Blood kept dripping from his little finger, all of it falling onto the silkworm. Soaked black and red, the silkworm looked even more swollen than before.
Once the piece of flesh from his little finger had been completely consumed and the bleeding stopped, the black silkworm suddenly arched its body and sprang onto the back of Luo Bin's hand, then quickly wriggled into his sleeve.
At first, Luo Bin could still feel it crawling around. Then the sensation vanished.
"State your conditions," the old man said again.
For a moment, Luo Bin remained silent.
He had asked whether the old man could keep him alive.
The old man had answered not with words, but with action.
The shell-devouring Gu.
A Gu worm that looked just like White Silkworm, except it was black and had a different name.
Was this effectively giving him another life Gu worm?
Would that spare him the backlash if something happened to the essence-devouring Gu?
He had made his choice, and the old man had responded.
One thought surfaced in Luo Bin's mind: sincerity answered with sincerity.
"Thank you," Luo Bin said first.
The old man said nothing.
"We need to go somewhere to rescue two people. Have you heard of the Six-Arts Fangshi?" Luo Bin continued.
Confusion showed in Miao Miao's eyes.
The old man shook his head.
That made it clear that Bai Wei knew considerably more.
Still, that was probably because the Six-Arts Fangshi had once attacked Sawu Mountain, prompting the Spirit Medium lineage to investigate him thoroughly.
Luo Bin gave a concise account of Dai Zhixiong's abilities.
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