Chapter 210: None of the Forty-Two Females Spared

When Yong Jian heard the news, he ran over without even making an offer.

The moment Limp saw him, he remembered that the bug was still in his house. "Has Gladys not forgiven you yet?"

You deserve it!

He ran over with the sword in hand, looked at his arm which had turned black, touched the black ball gently, and even forgot to argue with Limp.

After carefully examining it for a while,

"Shut up and don't talk. If you let this thing grow any longer, you will really become an idiot who only understands the orders of the master."

He carefully stroked the ball, his eyes full of curiosity, then took out a knife and scratched it lightly.

Limp let out a scream and looked down at the small ball that had grown into his flesh.

Severe pain.

Blood flowed out from the cut ball, and the amount of blood was quite large, as if an aorta had been cut.

Now the wound is healing quickly, and the ball is gradually turning back into its original shape, as if it has come to life, and its texture is closer to the skin.

After carefully observing the situation, Wu Jian did not speak for a long time. He shook his head in embarrassment and said, "It's difficult. It's too difficult."

If we ignore the small bottle in his hand that is collecting Limp's blood, he looks more like a compassionate doctor.

He used the sword to collect a full bottle of blood, then put the bottle into his pocket with satisfaction.

He started his professional explanation.

"Limpxiongzi, I hope you realize one thing. He has matched your body's healing system. When he is injured, your body will heal him. So even if I cut him off with a knife, it will grow an identical ball again, and even grow better than before."

Limp looked at him expressionlessly: "Price? Speed! Understand?"

Originally, Limp thought that if the sword-wielding method didn't work, he was considering using Heras's more cruel method to treat himself.

But if he delayed wielding the sword any longer, he would have to cut off his entire arm if he wanted to be cured.

Seeing that Limp was not going to bargain with him, the sword-wielding man finally smiled with satisfaction: "Twenty milliliters of **, and a whole bottle of pheromones, concentrated version."

Limp glared at him angrily, but finally surrendered to his confident look.

Heras stood by and wanted to say something, but he couldn't.

So he took the sword and dragged Limp into his room.

As soon as Limp entered the door, he smelled the scent of disinfectant, and then what came into view was a fully equipped medical laboratory.

"Why do I remember that this house belongs to Heras?"

"Don't pretend, this house is yours now. It's been in your name for a long time. But I've already put the rent into your account, so - shut up."

He took out a small bottle of liquid from his bag and poured it on Limp's arm, then took a knife and cut here and there.

After a complicated and vigorous movement, Limp's arm was no longer black, but the black ball was still firmly attached to it, with no sign of giving in.

He picked up the sword playfully and cut off the black ball with one stroke. Limp's scream was no less than a worm punching him in the most painful place.

Then when I turned around, the pain had not yet subsided and the black ball had grown again.

By the time it was completely eradicated, it was already the second half of the night.

Limp was sweating profusely and told Swordholder to fulfill his promise in a few days.

After leaving with the sword in hand, Heras looked at Limp thoughtfully: "If it is the Insect Emperor, then it makes sense."

"During the examination of the female insect emperors, it was found that many of them had black balls in their stomachs."

"Why would they all suddenly get checked out?"

Heras's expression remained the same, except that his lips were a little pale: "They are all dead."

Died in various strange ways and in different places.

The only thing they have in common is that they all had a strange change in personality before they died, which was completely different from before.

After the transformation, he lost his life immediately.

Some have engaged in dangerous and abnormal behavior, such as launching desperate attacks on major social events.

But any sane insect would not do such a thing.

So they can only die by being murdered.

Not one of the forty-two females was spared.

"How cruel." Heras sighed, watching Limp's wounds heal bit by bit.