The old village chief said: "Shao Shihuai was the first to contact us, and we really just listened to his tricks.

He told me that he would use pure spirit to nourish our village, and all we had to do was help him raise a bug."

"What kind of bug?" Ruan Qiao gritted her teeth in hatred.

Shao Shihuai's death was too easy. He actually did such a cruel thing to his mother's body.

He is not human at all!

"We don't know what kind of bug it is. Shao Shihuai only said that one hundred people must feed the bug with their blood every month. No one less, no one more.

When we heard that it was just a matter of donating some blood every month, we agreed.

Furthermore, in the first one or two years, because of the pure spirit, our village did grow several rare and precious plants, which sold for exorbitant prices. Our villagers benefited from this and became even more devoted to supporting the insect."

Ruan Qiao felt that the matter was not simple. She asked, "Where is the bug? Take me to see it."

The old village chief nodded: "Okay, I will take you there now."

Ruan Qiao took people to go with him.

There is an altar in the center of Shaojia Village used for annual ancestor worship. The old village chief and others took Ruan Qiao directly there.

On the altar, there was a pottery jar.

"It's in that jar." said the old village chief.

Ruan Qiao walked over, took a look at the black jar, and said to the old village chief, "Open it."

Seeing that she was very vigilant, the old village chief walked forward and opened the jar naturally.

Then, Ruan Qiao saw a nine-hole exquisite box in the jar.

A round brass box with nine small holes on it for the poisonous insect to breathe and for people to feed it with blood.

There are some engravings on the box, like some kind of symbols.

"The bug is in here. On the fifteenth day of every month, when the moon is full, we must send out a hundred people to bleed it to feed it." said the old village chief.

"My aunt has passed away for more than ten years. Have you been feeding it for these ten years?" Ruan Qiao asked.

The old village chief said: "Yes, I have been feeding it for more than ten years."

"Does it make any noise when it's being fed?" Ruan Qiao asked.

The old village chief shook his head: "No, we just covered the jar and left after we bled it."

"If I'm not mistaken, there should be poisonous insects in here."

Ruan Qiao looked at Shao Jiajia and asked, "Besides the Star-Shifting Gu and the Blood Dragon Gu, does the Shao family have any other Gu?"

Shao Jiajia shook her head. "No. If there were, after so many generations, there wouldn't be any clues or rumors."

Ruan Qiao was even more confused. She couldn't help but ask, "Teacher, do you know what kind of Gu this is?"