"Don't get too close. It'll be a huge problem if that thing burrows into your body," Gu Jiaojiao warned.
The two teenagers and the bodyguard supporting Mu Ziquan flinched, terrified. The three old men were a little calmer.
Still, they immediately backed away from the basin of blood. This was no joke. Getting afflicted with a Poisonous Gu was unthinkable.
"Jiaojiao, what do we do with this thing?"
In truth, even Gu Jiaojiao didn't know if the Poisonous Insect could fly into someone's body again.
But she did know one thing: the Poisonous Insect was indestructible. Even if you chopped it to pieces, it would just multiply into countless smaller ones. Fire was the only way to kill it.
"Bring me a basin of fire. It can only be killed by burning," Gu Jiaojiao said calmly.
Quickly, Old Mu lit a piece of dry bamboo, added a few dry branches, and soon had a sizable flame going.
Mr. Han found two branches to use as tongs. They couldn't bear to let Gu Jiaojiao do such rough work herself.
