In this situation, Jiang Luo felt a sudden pain in his head.
He cursed mentally, knife in hand as he kept cutting the cobwebs in the dark, eyes unblinking as he watched the spider-man’s every move, all his nerves occupied with a sense of screaming crisis.
How could he come back from the dead? Even the most powerful man has only one life, and his instincts tell Jiang Luo that Spiderman is now Chi You’s puppet.
That’s the fucking worst of it.
Chi You is a million times more dangerous than Spiderman. A month ago, Jiang Luo had just finished torturing Chi You, and now, a month later, the tide has turned and he is in Chi You’s hands again.
Jiang Luo couldn’t hold back again, “Grass.”
His hands grew faster and faster as the spider-man slowly crawled in his direction. The eight spider legs were covered in a black and yellow furry layer, a frightening appearance, but the spider-man moved with grace.
Every step it takes is like walking on a tightrope spike, forcing others to be frightened and face death straight from it every moment.
Qi Ye murmured from the sidelines, “It’s alive, how is it alive, isn’t it dead? How did it come to life?”
Jiang Luo thought to himself, “Human beings are really repeaters by nature.
Jiang Luo struggled to free himself from the cobwebs, sweat pouring from the corners of his forehead.
The blood from the spider-man’s body fell onto the spider’s web and slowly dripped from it in long, sticky threads. Jiang Luo managed to free his right arm before the spider-man approached him, but just as he was about to lift himself up, a new spider silk fell from the sky and pinned him back.
Jiang Luo : “……” He looked at Spiderman with fire in his eyes.
Jiang Luo could almost imagine what this pervert Chi You was thinking. He must have seen Jiang Luo’s little attempts to escape, but had the bad taste not to stop him until Jiang Luo had hopes of success, and then completely crushed his hopes.
This is what Chi You would do.
The spider-man touched Jiang Luo’s face with a bloodied hand as Jiang Luo stared in anger, its blood smelling fishy and sticky, and Jiang Luo struggled to turn his face away, his jaw straining in a tight curve.
The greenish blood was deliberately smeared on his face and neck. The dark-haired youth did his best to avoid it, but the more he did so, the stronger the foul-smelling hand became. Jiang Luo finally just gave up, his face grim, and stared straight at the spider-man, allowing it to do its work on him.
He already knew why the evil spirits were manipulating Spiderman.
It was specifically to disgust him.
Qi Ye snapped from the sidelines, “Spider-man, come at me if you dare!”
A spider silk descends from the sky and wraps Qi Ye up like a chrysalis.
Jiang Luo is an eye-opener.
He stared at Spiderman, only to feel that Chi You, which he had wounded to the core a month ago, had returned in a short time. Why did he feel as if death, instead of weakening Chi You, had broken free and fuelled its power?
More and more blood, Jiang Luo’s beautifully clean face and neck had been painted like a canvas with the greenish liquid. He pursed his lips in a death grip, and Spiderman’s gaze went down to Jiang Luo’s tightly closed lips, a hint of amusement in his dark, bottomless eyes.
Damn.
Jiang Luo can almost guess Chi You’s next move.
He struck first, and before Spiderman’s finger touched his lips, he opened his mouth wide and bit down on it, biting off one of Spiderman’s fingers viciously.
It was awful, the blood tasted so bad, worse than the school canteen.
Jiang Luo suppressed his revulsion and gave a provocative smile towards the spider man before spitting aside with his fingers and green blood.
Spiderman stared at him.
The look reminded Jiang Luo of the feeling of being spied on earlier and he sneered, “Your blood smells, really, too bad.”
Instead of getting angry, the spider-man grazed Jiang Luo’s lips and it said with a sinister smile like a real spider-man, “You are perfect for the nest where my eggs will hatch.”
It had an unpleasant, hoarse, shrill voice, like a crow pinching its throat to speak.
The eccentric image of the hideous spider monster and the beauty is uncanny and has a head-turning grotesque beauty.
Jiang Luo’s face sinks.
The spider’s hand slides up to Jiang Luo’s abdomen and he hums softly, the tune of the song becoming muffled and mocking under the harshness of his voice.
It said pleasantly, “My eggs, one by one, will enter your body.”
“Only a few of them will survive, and the lucky ones will grow here, and here, on you, and it will get bigger and bigger,” the spider-man’s long, thin middle finger traced a circle around Jiang Luo’s belly, then slowly worked its way up, “until it has eaten all your insides and disembowelled you. ”
“That must be a beautiful picture,” it said, “isn’t it?”
Jiang Luo suddenly flashed a smile, “How are you going to put the egg inside me?”
Spiderman said carelessly, “Cut open your flesh and put the eggs in, of course.”
“But I find that method too boring,” Jiang Luo lowered his voice as if he was telling some tantalising secret, “Do you want to know what other ways there are to put eggs inside me?”
Spiderman looked at him with amusement, “What’s the solution?”
Jiang Luo said, “First, you have to release me from this damn cobweb.”
The spider looked at him steadily for a long time, as if guessing what Jiang Luo was planning to do, and laughed playfully, but reached out and cut through the spider silk stuck to Jiang Luo’s back.
Barely able to sit up, with the spider silk still clinging to the front of his body, binding his arms and chest securely, Jiang Luo said, “My way is ……”
The last few words drifted gently in the wind.
Spiderman: “Hmm?”
It moves slightly closer.
But Jiang Luo, whose hands were bound, sprang up and slammed into the spider-man, falling with him through the hole in the spider’s web from which he had escaped.
Spider-Man fell heavily to the ground as Jiang Luo fell on top of it. Jiang Luo sat across Spider-Man’s chest and gave a mocking smile towards Spider-Man, getting up and stomping heavily on Spider-Man, “Go to fucking hell.”
With those harsh words, he turned and ran in the direction of the drones.
Jiang Luo ran as fast as he could, almost as fast as he could in his life, his hand not relaxing for a moment as he cut the spider silk from his body with his dagger, and before he had taken more than a few steps, he heard a gust of wind behind him.
He glanced sideways to see the spider-man tugging at the spider silk as it darted through the woods, and in one quick glance, the spider-man had closed several metres on Jiang Luo again.
Drones, drones.
Jiang Luo’s ears were pierced by the sound of a breaking wind, and Jiang Luo subconsciously rolled over, only to roll straight into the mud. When he struggled to get out of the mud, he was once again lost in the eight-trigram formation.
There were identical trees and streams everywhere, the drones were nowhere to be seen, and Jiang Luo broke free of the spider silk and looked back to see the spider-man smiling at him from the branches.
In the middle of the night, the image of the spider-man is almost appalling. Jiang Luo tugged at the corners of his mouth and suddenly plunged into the stream.
The forest is a favoured battleground for Spiderman, with its eight legs and spider silk, Jiang Luo can’t beat it.
No, even if they do, they may come back from the dead.
Jiang Luo swims quickly through the water, his long, lean body, which normally feels a little thin, but at this time of year is an excellent tool for swimming.
The dark-haired youth darted past like a fish halfway through a swim, and shortly after he jumped into the water, another dive sounded.
Jiang Luo looked back, the night was hazy and visibility in the water was minimal, but he could still see a black shadow following close behind him.
Jiang Luo curled his lips and swam towards a place where the current was strong and rocky, and after who knows how long he finally saw a good spot. Jiang Luo side-stepped and breezed through a gap where two boulders were stuck together, with the spider-man behind him trying to follow him as well, the upper half of his body passing through without incident, but his huge spider legs stuck in the middle of the gap.
Jiang Luo swam back from behind Shi Feng, and while there was still a breath of oxygen left, he viciously took his dagger and stabbed at the spider man, turning the river a shade of blue with the amount of blood.
Jiang Luo only surfaced when the oxygen was almost gone.
His dark hair is wet and slicked back, and Jiang Luo exhales a breath. A thin mist pours from his nostrils, still as cold as late autumn on a late May night in Yun Nan.
He swam slowly towards the shore and once the soles of his feet could reach the bottom of the river, he wrung out his wet clothes and headed for the shore.
The moon was shining brightly and Jiang Luo was about to walk ashore when a pair of black leather shoes suddenly appeared in front of him.
He gave a start and lifted his water-wet face to look.
In the moonlight, Chi You’s handsome face smelled faintly of evil, his long eyebrows were in his temples, so beautiful that they seemed to glow with a luminous light under the dark night.
The evil spirit was dressed in a suit and his posture was well put together.
“We meet again,” said the evil spirit, “at the hour of the son, late at night, and a long night yet.”
He paused and raised an eyebrow and smiled lowly, “I hope I can give you a …… happy night.”
