In the final moment before his consciousness faded, the last sliver of the setting sun sank completely below the horizon.
Night had fallen.
SCRAPE... SCRAPE-SCRAPE...
The faint, intermittent scraping of sharp claws against gravel and dried leaves echoed from the shadows on all sides.
The sounds grew more frequent, and more distinct.
Zhang Yuqing lay paralyzed on the ground, unable to move a muscle.
Her heart was filled with nothing but endless confusion and despair.
She didn't understand.
'Didn't Lin Ye say with his own mouth that these spider legs were edible, and that they even tasted pretty good?'
'The taste really was good, though.'
'But how could eating them lead to... this!'
A warm, pleasant sensation enveloped her entire body, like soaking in a perfect hot bath, making her not want to lift even a single finger.
But it was precisely this comfort that had robbed her of all ability to move.
