If they were in the Bright Spirit Realm, Gu Yanfei would know at least a dozen ways to get rid of Gu worms.
However, in this small world, she could only adopt the gentlest and safest method. After all, An Le was only a fragile mortal, not a strong cultivator.
Gu Yanfei placed the incense stick at the tip of her nose. The wisp of green smoke produced by the burning incense stick drifted into her nose bit by bit.
An Le gently sniffed the incense. Her expression revealed a hint of nervousness and uneasiness.
Gu Yanfei and Chu Yi stood on both sides of the wheelchair and stared unblinkingly at An Le, observing every change in her.
Suddenly, a slender protrusion appeared on the back of An Le's left hand, spreading the skin on the back of her hand. It was a strange blood-red color, as if the back of her hand had been cut by a blade.
An Le frowned. Her pale and thin face revealed an unbearable expression of pain.
