Becoming the Empress: Golden Finger Set Under My Bed - Chapter 486

The old man heard her say this, and hurriedly asked: “What is it?”

The sound of these crawling insects made his heart hairy, and he was terribly uncomfortable.

An Rushuang glanced at the bug, then turned his head, glanced at the inner chamber, and angrily rose in his heart.

“This worm is called a ghost worm. It should be white, with a shriveled body and several pairs of feet underneath it. My preference is to **** the flesh and blood of living creatures. Into shriveled flesh.”

She had heard the master say this before, but she had never imagined that she would see ghosts and insects in this situation.

The old man wanted to go backwards, hearing this, he couldn’t help taking a step back.

“White…white? These ghosts are obviously black! Did you make a mistake?”

He asked again.

An Rushuang shook his head slowly, and said in a deep voice: “Before sucking flesh and blood, it was indeed white, but after sucking flesh and blood, the concentration of blood will make it look black. You can catch one and have a look. There should be only flesh and blood in the belly.”

An Rushuang said very calmly, but the old man couldn’t help shaking when he heard about this for the first time.

He couldn’t help taking a step back again, watching this big tank guardedly, so he wouldn’t go to die!

Although he is very old, his old man is very sorry for his life!

“Then what are you going to do? Let them crawl here? And then General Meng, since the things are useless, let’s deal with it quickly, right?”

He didn’t want the high-ranking official Houlu to get it, but got inside a bug that eats meat and **** blood!

But when he said this, An Rushuang gave a chuckle.

She stared at the active ghosts and bugs in this big tank, her eyes staring, and after a while, she even laughed out loud.

The old man turned his head and glanced at An Rushuang very strangely. Seeing her like this, he only thought that this girl was irritated crazy.

“What are you doing in a daze! Hurry up, let’s go and deal with the soup!”

Since the ghosts and worms here have turned into this aggressive look, the ones in the soup bowl must be unsightly now!

“deal with?”

An Rushuang glanced at him suspiciously, and couldn’t help but smile: “I finally got the medicine, but it can’t be handled easily.”

With that said, she looked around, found a lid, and covered the big tank directly.

What do you mean?

The old man looked at An Rushuang with a puzzled expression, and saw that her face was calm, as if the person who had just said the word “ghost” was not her at all.

But An Rushuang walked straight towards the sandalwood table, and the soup cup was steadily placed on the sandalwood table. If it hadn’t just seen the ghost and insect outbreak, no one would have thought… …

There was such a terrible thing in the soup sent by a delicate woman.

She stretched out her hand to open the lid, and glanced over, the soup looked as if it was still the same as before.

The old man didn’t hear any sound, and he couldn’t help but looked over in confusion, and saw that there was nothing in the soup, and even now he smelled the soup, it was still delicious.

But whether it was a white bug or a black bug, he didn’t see a single one.

Even if he is older, he won’t be so dim-eyed, right?

“Not really? Isn’t there a problem with this soup?”

The old man frowned and asked.

An Rushuang shook his head slowly, and said in a deep voice: “It’s just that there is no temperature required for incubation. Ghost insects look terrifying, but they are very hypocritical things. In the blood, they need a certain temperature to incubate. After hatching, it will soon reproduce again, until the body can no longer bear it, it will crawl out of the host.”

Saying this, she pointed to the soup cup and said in a deep voice: “Look carefully, this is it.”

Will Lu Wanqing really use such a vicious method?

The old man thought in his heart, so he leaned forward and looked at the soup carefully. Gradually, he frowned.

It’s not that it doesn’t, but the thing is too small, as small as dust.

What a vicious woman.

If they hadn’t noticed this and let Meng Li eat the soup, it is estimated that there is only one skin left now, that is General Meng.

What kind of hatred does that woman have with General Meng? Can you get such a ruthless hand?

He was guessing in his heart, but An Rushuang said slowly: “Let’s go!”

The old man was taken aback for a moment, and then subconsciously asked, “Where to go?”

An Rushuang glanced at him faintly, and then said: “Naturally, I made this thing into a mouthful.”

Entrance?

The old man trembled at the thought of eating the ghostly rat.

“This thing can still be imported?!”

He obviously didn’t believe it.

An Rushuang hooked her lips and nodded slowly.

“Dead ghosts and insects can be used as medicine.”

As she said this, she jokingly glanced at the trembling old man beside her, and uttered two words.

“Big make up.”

“Ah!”

The old man returned an angry look.

Eat this stuff? Just thinking about it makes people unbearable.

But An Rushuang slowly picked up the soup cup containing the ghosts and insects, and slowly walked to the charcoal fire on the side, where all the soup was poured into a small iron pot on the lid of the iron pot. Only a thumb hole was left.

After that, An Rushuang put the iron pot directly on the stove.

The old man didn’t know what she was going to do, he just watched quietly from the side, and he couldn’t help feeling a little aggrieved.

I couldn’t help but interjected and asked: “You are, are you going to cook the ghost?”

Speaking of it, whether it was boiled or roasted, he thought about it, and he couldn’t even eat it.

An Rushuang shook his head, and said in a deep voice: “This thing is not cooked before it comes out of the shell. As long as it enters the body, it will still hatch.”

The old man couldn’t help but shut up.

Originally, he still wanted to make a contribution, but now he was actually suppressed by this little girl.

This little girl looked young, but she knew how to understand, but she looked like an old monster.

Now, even this real old monster can’t help but bow down.

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt dazzling for a while, turned around and saw that the girl actually took out the dagger just now, and compared it on her thin and white wrist.

The old man yelled in surprise: “What are you going to do?”

An Rushuang didn’t raise her head, but said in a dull voice: “Human blood is their favorite thing.”

With that said, she lifted the knife and dropped her hand, and a bright red blood flowed out quickly on the white skin…