When she pulled it out, a very long worm could be seen with blood. It was being pulled out bit by bit.
Su Xiaolu also saw it span from her waist to Xiao Bing's back. This worm was more than a meter long and thinner than her pinky.
It was still struggling, as if it was unwilling to be pulled out like this.
Xiao Bing seemed to be in great pain. His face turned pale, and his limbs began to flex.
Madam Chu's heart ached. She knelt by the side of the collapse and touched Xiao Bing's cheek with trembling hands, tears streaming down her face.
The novice monk could not bear to watch. He closed his eyes and twirled the prayer beads on his wrist as he kept chanting the Buddhist scriptures.
As long as Su Xiaolu loosened her grip a little, the worm would immediately return to Xiao Bing's body. Such a worm was very tough. It was very difficult for Su Xiaolu to pull it out. She was a little tired.
