No matter how you put it, that the third young lady of the prestigious Su Family knew such arcane stuff, it just sounded unbelievable when you heard about it.
Zhao Qingheng thought back to how Su Nanzhi's hands had been covered in fresh blood, which was full of squirming black worms, and he had felt terrible. What was more, those things had been removed from above his head.
Now, he could only picture the image of the worms squirming in his brain.
He was about to throw up the breakfast he ate that morning.
Ugh.
"You haven't told me when you found out about it," Zhao Qingheng hadn't forgotten his question.
With a light chuckle, Su Nanzhi didn't avoid the subject this time, "I've met Mrs. Zhao once. When do you think I knew?"
At that time, Zhao Qingheng had yet to be infested with gu.
"Then why didn't you speak up sooner?" Zhao Qingheng asked in response.
