CHAPTER 231: CHAPTER 231: YOU ACTUALLY EAT DUNG BEETLES

The Golden Crow said that the original form of the Golden Thread Worm was actually just an ordinary threadworm.

Because the host died, it was buried with the host in the tomb.

Ancient Tombs often contained many gold and silver artifacts as burial items; even the seven orifices of the corpse would be sealed with gold, jade, or something similar.

Some dignitaries, to prevent grave robbers, would even pour Mercury into their tombs.

The worms bred on the corpse. As the air conditions within the Ancient Tomb changed, they began to mutate and devour one another.

The one that ultimately survived was called the Golden Thread Worm.

After being infected with the Golden Thread Worm Poison, there is usually no external manifestation.

It’s only when one has relations with the opposite sex that the Golden Thread Worm Poison enters the other person’s body, and the toxicity becomes apparent.

The mind becomes unclear, the head aches unbearably—life is worse than death!

And the only way to neutralize this poison is still the Golden Thread Worm Poison itself.

Moreover, it doesn’t completely detoxify; one would have to take this Golden Thread Worm venom for life to maintain normal vital signs.

"What would happen if one never has relations with the opposite sex?"

"Death! The Golden Thread Worm Poison has an incubation period. After that time is up, one would die from the poison outbreak. And that’s not even the worst of it."

"What’s most terrifying is that after one cycle of parasitism, the toxicity of the Golden Thread Worm Poison will strengthen. After the infected person dies, their body will become a nest for the Golden Thread Worm, which will use the host’s body to massively reproduce its offspring."

An Yan felt a chill down her back.

I daren’t even imagine that scene.

"However, the incubation period of the Golden Thread Worm Poison is very long; from poisoning to outbreak, it’s almost over twenty years. Little girl, come here, let me see how much time you have left!"

An Yan still didn’t move. "Isn’t there a way to survive without passing it on to others?"

The Golden Crow closed his eyes, seemingly calculating something.

After a while, he opened his eyes. "Little girl, I’ll give you a pill."

"An Antidote?"

"No, it’s just a medicine that can temporarily suppress the toxicity and delay the onset of the disease for a while."

An Yan’s eyes lit up slightly. "Thank you. How much for the medicine? I’ll buy it."

Real or fake, I’ll first buy it and then study it.

"As much as you want; any amount is fine."

He does possess a bit of the bearing of an expert.

The Golden Crow reached into his bosom, pulled out a black pill, and presented it in the palm of his hand.

As soon as the pill appeared, the leaves in An Yan’s mind suddenly started to shake wildly.

"Poisonous?"

Yezi shook up and down!

An Yan silently regarded the pill, flipped her hand, and passed over a bottle. "Please put the medicine in this bottle!"

"Alright."

The Golden Crow reached out. As An Yan passed the bottle, he suddenly flicked the pill toward her face.

An Yan twisted her palm and used her Inner Strength to rebound the pill back toward him.

The black pill flew back swiftly, hitting the Golden Crow in the face. It burst into powder and was inhaled through his mouth and nose.

The Golden Crow stared, his eyes wide with astonishment. "You..."

Just moments later, the effects of the drug took hold.

On the Golden Crow’s face, patterned with various paints, the skin visibly reddened.

Unable to speak further with An Yan, he dove into his basket of herbs in a frantic search, grabbing a handful of grass to shove into his mouth.

Unfortunately for him, An Yan was quicker. She snatched the grass right out of his hand.

She looked down at the Golden Crow, who just a moment ago had seemed like a lofty expert but was now in a pitiable state. "What exactly is this medicine for?"

The Golden Crow’s face and neck were now red, and he was breathing in such rapid, frightening gasps. "This medicine reacts with the Golden Thread Worm Poison to make you die instantly! Little girl, don’t blame me. Once you’re poisoned, you shouldn’t be alive anymore!"

An Yan sniffed the green grass, her lips curling into a smile. "Do you think I don’t understand medicine?"

"This is clearly Fishy Attracting Grass. So, the pill you were about to give me was Giggle Powder?"

Giggle Powder, also known as Carefree Powder, has only one function: to stimulate human primal desires.

A Great Witch who can casually produce such medicine is clearly no decent witch doctor.

"You don’t want to kill me. You want me to quickly pass the poison on to someone else, right?"

An Yan’s gaze gradually turned cold. "So... you are not Golden Crow. You are... Gu Shifang!"

An Yan had already begun her calculations the moment she saw Golden Crow.

Then she discovered that the fate of the person before her was the same as Gu Shifang’s: completely blank.

Add to that this indecent Giggle Powder.

His identity wasn’t hard to guess.

An Yan looked at Gu Shifang with disdain. "Why would you choose such a body?"

Even though Qin Song wasn’t that handsome, at least he was young. Yet this Golden Crow Great Witch is already in his sixties, and his face is painted so ghastly. What on earth made Gu Shifang fancy him?

Seeing that she had guessed his identity, Gu Shifang simply stopped hiding it. "I can only say I’m lucky, An Yan. You know that I can be reborn in someone else’s body, but you may not know that I can access the memories of all the bodies I’ve been reborn into."

An Yan understood. "So you chose Golden Crow because you wanted his witch doctor skills?"

"Exactly. So even if you take the Antidote, I have other ways to cure this poison."

As he spoke, Gu Shifang, enduring the discomfort in his body, clicked his fingers with a showy flair.

A dense rustling sound immediately rose all around them.

"Miss, it’s insects!"

From every direction, countless insects were swarming towards them as if mad.

Even the trees were not exempt; there were even flying ones, coming in droves.

Wen Ya and Wen Ge’s complexions changed instantly.

But An Yan was not fazed. She grabbed a handful of Insect Repelling Medicine Powder and sprinkled it directly onto the three of them and the ground around them.

The insects halted two meters away from them.

Gu Shifang hadn’t expected An Yan to have such a trick up her sleeve. He glanced at her coldly, bent down, picked up a black beetle, and threw it into his mouth, CRUNCH, CRUNCH, chewing and eating it.

As the insect went down, his condition visibly improved.

An Yan, however, outright retched. "Gu Shifang, you actually ate a dung beetle!"

Picked up right off the ground! Who knows how many dung balls that dung beetle rolled over!

"This is not a dung beetle!"

How could he, Gu Shifang, possibly eat something so disgusting?

"Even if it’s not, it’s close enough! It’s an insect; who knows where it’s crawled!"

Suddenly, Gu Shifang retched!

An Yan’s words had sparked his imagination.

However, he quickly ended this train of thought, picked up his Medicine Melon Seed, and left quickly through a path cleared by the insects.

"Miss, what should we do?"

Gu Shifang had left, but the insects were still there, and their numbers seemed to be increasing.

They seemed intent on wearing An Yan and the sisters down right there.

"Use fire!" An Yan hadn’t wanted to use fire initially. But if they didn’t, she and the Wen sisters might lose their lives there. "Make some torches," she then said. "We’ll move out slowly. Be very careful not to set the forest ablaze."

"Yes, Miss."