Guai Cao helped Yun chujiu heal her wounds with a frown. The wounds on Yun Chujiu’s body healed quickly.
At this moment, the black bead in her Dantian started to jump again. Yun Chujiu felt the sharp pain in her Dantian and opened her eyes.
She looked at the blood stains on her clothes and could not help but smile bitterly. It seemed that she was not dead. If she was resurrected, her clothes would be the same as when she first came in, it seemed that with her physique, it would not be easy for her to die even if she wanted to.
Just as Yun Chujiu was complaining, a fishy smell came over. It turned out that another ghost-faced golden-backed centipede with an injured eye had followed the smell and chased after her.
Yun chujiu narrowed her eyes. She had suffered a lot from these two smelly centipedes today. It was a good opportunity to vent her anger with this blind eye.