As Elder Long Yin, Ting He has naturally been well-informed and is not a shy person.

She nodded lightly and took out a small sharp weapon from her arms.

The sharp weapon was about the size of a palm. It was silver in color, had three prongs, and was similar in shape to a bull's head.

We usually see a lot of three-pronged forks, but this is the first time even Qin Tian has seen one as mini and exquisite as the one held by Elder Tinghe.

Seemingly seeing everyone's eyes on the three-pronged fork, Tinghe suddenly smiled sheepishly, "This weapon was given to me by a friend for self-defense."

As she said that, she looked at Ma Hongtao with a three-pronged fork in her hand, "I need to open your wound and force out the poisonous insects inside."

"It might hurt a little, please bear with it."

Ma Hongtao nodded boldly, "Don't talk about this wound. Even if your head is chopped off, it will only be a big scar on your wrist. My old horse will never snort!"

Ting He didn't say anything more, he held the three-pronged fork and stabbed into Ma Hongtao's poisoned wound.

The poison on his leg was stabbed out by Zaba's son and the poison was planted.

Fortunately, Qin Tian used acupuncture to suppress it, and it never came out.

The only flaw is that the wounds there are getting better and worse, and there are already some signs of decay.

Tinghe used the longest point of the three-pronged fork to cut Ma Hongtao's wound.

In an instant, black blood flowed down.

Moreover, among the blood and water, there were obviously poisonous insects the size of rice grains, and the white ones fell to the ground.

"Sure enough, they are such disgusting poisonous insects," Tinghe said in a serious tone, "They are like ants. Once they are planted in the body, they will fission in an instant."

"Be prepared, it may take me two hours to pick out all the bugs in the wound."

Ma Hongtao's face remained as usual and he said in a loud voice, "Don't worry, if I say anything, it will be my stepmother who raised me."

Tinghe bent down and helped Ma Hongtao clean the Gu eggs on his legs little by little.

The black blood soon dripped into a large area, and the white insect eggs inside also fell to the ground in dense numbers, making people's scalp numb.

Qin Tian came over and asked Tinghe softly, "How can we remove these poison eggs? Do we use fire to burn them?"

"It seems that you know something about it," Tinghe replied without raising his head, "Yes, you can kill them by burning them before they are hatched."

Qin Tian immediately got a pile of dead leaves next to the two of them and lit a fire.

The black blood felt the heat and made a sizzling sound, like boiling tar.

The Gu worms in the blood kept moving, trying their best to escape from the high temperature.

Qin Tian sprinkled a few dead leaves, lit them and threw them on the black blood.

In an instant, the black blood burned like ignited gasoline.

While Tinghe was still cleaning the worms from Ma Hongtao's legs, he saw Teng Zhu next to him stretching and yawning.

"It's too slow. This is the stupidest method."

Teng Zhu said disdainfully, then turned to look at Bai Yuan beside him, "Sister Yao, if you are idle, you are idle. Go over and help him!"

Bai Yuan understood Teng Zhu's words, stood up and came to Ma Hongtao's side.

Tinghe was still a little hesitant. She didn't believe that a white ape could actually understand the poison.

Qin Tian had already spoken, "Elder Ting He, you are also tired. Go and have a rest first."
Chapter completed!