Zhou Bai looked like a frail scholar, but when he acted, he was swift, ruthless, and precise.
It was not that he had no doubts about Xue Fuyao's words, but he knew even more clearly that she had no reason to lie at a time like this, so he chose to believe her.
Under Xue Fuyao's instructions, he sliced open the wound that had already begun to heal.
"To the left! That thing is about to escape. Catch it!"
The man on the bed felt the pain and began to struggle violently.
"Hold him down! Don't let him snap his own bones," Gu Nian shouted along with the others.
As soon as she finished speaking, several Kunlun Sect disciples lunged forward, pinning him firmly to the bed in a tangle of hands and feet.
Zhou Bai's fingers kept probing inside the wound, his expression more focused than ever before.
Xue Fuyao and the others held their breath in concentration as they watched the bed and the movements of Zhou Bai's hand.
Suddenly, Zhou Bai stopped moving. His fingers tightened, the veins on his wrist bulging, and then he wrenched his hand outward, forcibly dragging a pink worm out of the body of the man on the bed.
"Don't use brute force. Take it slowly. If the worm breaks off inside him, we'll be in trouble," Xue Fuyao hurriedly said when she saw this.
At her words, Zhou Bai slowed his movements and began using controlled force, pulling the pink worm out of the man's body bit by bit. It was actually a full two feet long and as thick as an index finger.
Once pulled out, the worm writhed constantly, just like a snake, but its mouth was round and filled with sharp teeth.
Zhou Bai threw the thing in