Chapter 500

Everyone stepped forward, eyes wide open.

Pan Yun, however, remained calm, gesturing for another wooden basin to be brought, then placed his left hand inside and slashed it open with a knife.

She waved her hand, and the blood in the basin coalesced into a clump, rising and landing in the new basin.

Then she slapped two yellow talismans down with two sharp claps.

Before she could smear blood on the wound to lure them, the corpse worms surged out in a frenzy, plop, plop, falling into the basin.

Mu Lin suddenly saw so many worms crawling out of his father's body; his face turned deathly pale, his chest tightened, and nausea rose—he couldn't help covering his mouth and rushing out of the room to vomit.

Even Whether Mu Ang, with his vast experience, looked grim.

Seeing the corpse worms inside him tremble and scurry everywhere, desperate to burst free, Pan Yun no longer hesitated and cut several more wounds on his legs.

But compared to the two wrists, far fewer worms emerged from his lower limbs.

So Wang Cong and Seeing Miao Zhen each took a knife, swiftly and precisely stabbing and killing each worm as it appeared, then tossing the corpses onto the floor.

Mu Lin had just come back from vomiting and was met face-to-face with seven or eight dead worms—he turned and covered his mouth again, rushing out.

Whether Mu Ang glanced coldly at his grandson's retreating back, thinking the boy had been overindulged in Jingcheng.

While in Yunnan, he should be sent to the military for training.

Pan Yun also thought they were too brutal, so she waved her hand, and the chopsticks on the table shot toward her with a hiss.

Pan Yun handed them to them: "Use the chopsticks to pick them up—it's perfect for study."

Wang Cong froze: "Little Master Uncle, there are already so many alive—do we really need to keep these?"

Pan Yun: "They've all been coated in blood, but these emerging from the legs haven't touched blood or merit qi."

Seeing Miao Zhen took them without expression, immediately pinching up a thin worm that had just crawled from the calf wound, ignoring its writhing body and gaping mouth, and asked: "Where do I put it?"

Pan Yun's gaze swept the room.

When her eyes landed on the blue-and-white porcelain vase on the display shelf, Whether Mu Ang decisively dragged over a large white plum vase beside him and shouted: "Put it here!"

Wang Cong and Seeing Miao Zhen stared silently at the nearly one-tall plum vase and politely asked: "Isn't this too big? Won't it be wasteful?"

"No, the bigger and deeper, the less likely they'll crawl out."

Wang Cong and Seeing Miao Zhen reluctantly held the large plum vase, idly picking up worms as they emerged and dropping them inside. Mu Xi's chest rose and fell—Pan Yun's sharp gaze snapped to it, and everyone held their breath; the critical moment had arrived.

Pan Yun murmured: "Here it comes…"

Tao Yan Bai and Seeing Miao Zhen held their breath, eyes locked on the rising and falling pattern.

In his sleep, Mu Xi groaned, blood trickling from his lips—Tao Yan Bai reacted instantly, yanking out a needle; the pulse blocked by the needle broke free, and Mu Xi's pale face began to improve.

Just as Pan Yun was about to cut, other spots on his chest and abdomen began to ripple.

The three instantly understood: "This isn't it!"

Tao Yan Bai and Seeing Miao Zhen moved swiftly—one hand on the pulse, the other rapidly pulling and reinserting needles, blocking and draining, their hands blurring like afterimages before Pan Yun's eyes.

The worms moved too fast; needles could only seal them momentarily, and they were exceedingly aggressive.

Pan Yun knew: if she failed to capture this king worm today, Mu Xi would die.

Pan Yun fixed her gaze on his rippling skin, pushing her talent to its limit—everything around her faded, and amid a thousand screams of worms, she heard one different sound.

Please... collect... 6... 9... books.... com....!

The voice was soft and low, as if beside her ear, yet impossibly distant—she heard it whispering, directing the worms to gnaw at organs, break through the needle seals, and advance toward his brain and heart.

Pan Yun's five senses could comprehend all languages; naturally, she could communicate with all things.

It was simply a matter of wavelength.

Pan Yun listened carefully, and in moments, mimicked it: 【You betrayed the mother worm.】

The worm noises fell silent; the constant rippling stopped.

Tao Yan Bai and Seeing Miao Zhen exchanged a glance, exhaled quietly, and subtly shook their hands.

A slightly lower voice sounded in Pan Yun's ear: 【Who are you?】

Pan Yun spoke without shame: 【I am the mother worm.】

The worm cries turned shrill: 【You lie!】

Pan Yun suddenly opened her eyes, slashed once with her blade—a cross appeared on Mu Xi's chest—the worm cries shrieked, writhing wildly—but Pan Yun moved faster; as soon as she cut open his chest, her two fingers plunged in and with a thin sound, yanked out a fat, plump worm.

My heart has been uncomfortable these past two days, so I'd like to take two days off.

(End of Chapter)