In the wooden box, there are three spiritual silkworms in total, transparent all over, about the size of a thumb, looking withered, without a bit of vitality, in a half-dead state.
It was at the moment the wooden box was opened, as a large amount of air surged in, that the three little creatures showed a hint of vitality.
They blinked their eyes, slightly arched their bodies, and made an action as if they were going to spin silk.
However, they tried for a long time but only wetted the area around their mouths slightly, without spinning any silk, and did not make any other movements.
Looking at these three small insects that seemed about to die, Lu Ping's gaze sharpened, and a hint of joy gradually arose in his heart.
"What kind of silkworms are these, half-dead, should we destroy them together?"
Lu Changfeng saw the three little creatures looking quite unappealing and close to death and casually said.
