My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 376

Chapter 376 

Nash strode forward and crouched beside Yasmin, his hand grasping the worm immediately. Yasmin instinctively grabbed Nash’s wrist as she stared at the man intensely. Her cheeks were as red as apples. The onlookers, however, understood Nash was dealing with the deathworm and had no other ulterior motives. 

Nash channeled his energy secretly, enveloping the deathworm with it and then compressing it. The deathworm immediately spat out purple fluid, its 20 pairs of legs flailing and leaving marks on Yasmin’s smooth thigh. 

“Ugh…” 

Yasmin clenched her teeth tightly, enduring the burning pain. 

“Get some alcohol,” Nash said, voice deep. He then tore open Yasmin’s pants with his bare hands. Her fair thigh was already red and swollen. The deathworm’s purple blood seemed to be bubbling on her skin. 

Bradley grabbed the half-empty bottle of Cattleden liquor from the table, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to Nash. Using his hand that was adorned with a dragon-shaped ring, Nash grabbed the bottle without hesitation and poured it onto Yasmin’s wound. 

“Oww!” Yasmin let out a piercing, agonizing scream. Margaret and Derek winced. 

“Yasmin, bite my arm,” Derek rolled up his sleeve, offering his muscular arm to Yasmin, moving it near her mouth. 

Without any hesitation, Yasmin sank her teeth into her brother’s arm. 

“Fire,” Nash requested. 

Bradley took out a lighter and handed it to Nash. 

Yasmin shook her head frantically. “No! Don’t-” 

The fire would undoubtedly leave scars on her, and it was a devastating notion for a young 

lady. 

Ignoring Yasmin’s pleading eyes, Nash ignited the alcohol on her wound with the lighter, causing blue flames to shoot up. 

Yasmin was in excruciating pain, her teeth biting firmly into Derek’s arm. Derek pressed his lips together, but beads of sweat had formed on his forehead. The pain in his arm was nothing compared to the heartache he felt for his sister. 

Yasmin was drenched with sweat from the pain. Her eyes had also turned white, and she was on the verge of passing out. 

Nash felt helpless as well. He could have blocked Yasmin’s pain receptors, but the deathworm’s poison would become more active if she had no reactions at all as it would mistake her for a lifeless body. 

After about three minutes, Yasmin’s thigh had turned black from the fire. Margaret sobbed uncontrollably, “My poor daughter…” 

Nash examined Yasmin’s wound. After confirming that the toxin had not entered her body, he 

finally let out a sigh of relief. There were more than a thousand types of poisons in the world, and the deathworm’s toxin undoubtedly ranked among the top ten. Without prompt treatment, Yasmin would have died within three minutes. 

Even Profound Reality Realm martial artists would face certain death without any hope for survival if they were plagued with a deathworm. 

Yasmin’s face was pale as she convulsed.