After all, the young man in the red robe didn't seem like an ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivator.
One would think he couldn't be too poor.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz—"
At this moment, the Six-Winged Golden Silkworm was flying around Lu Changsheng.
Its wings, thin as cicada's, fluttered, emitting a bloodthirsty aura.
"Go ahead."
Lu Changsheng naturally understood what the Six-Winged Golden Silkworm meant and chuckled lightly.
He hadn't burned the young man in the red robe to ashes, precisely to leave the body for the Six-Winged Golden Silkworm.
After all, this Six-Winged Golden Silkworm fed on blood.
To it, the blood essence of a Foundation Establishment Great Cultivator like the young man in the red robe was naturally a great tonic.
Having received Lu Changsheng's permission, the Six-Winged Golden Silkworm immediately burrowed into the young man's body and began to feast greedily.
"Isn't this a bit too much like the practices of the Demonic Path?"
