He Ao watched Eldest Brother leave.
Mother propped herself up slightly in bed. The cold artificial cotton quilt covered her frail body. Her eyes had already grown somewhat cloudy as she slowly reached out, her slightly chilly hand gently grasping He Ao's fingers.
"It's all right, child. Everything will get better."
Sunlight streamed through the crude window and fell across He Ao's cold cheek.
Like an icy wind scraping past the side of his face.
His body suddenly twisted aside, dodging the incoming limb. The surrounding scene instantly shattered. He raised his head and looked at the enormous pure-white spider before him.
His hand was firmly stuck to the rock by spider silk glowing faintly red.
The Wilderness Wanderers had very few records concerning Blood Spiders, because nearly everyone who had seen one was dead.
The wanderers only knew that Blood Spiders were entirely white. They enjoyed tormenting their prey, crushing it into bright-red pulp. Everywhere they passed, they left broad paths paved with blood, staining the earth crimson. That was how Blood Spiders got their name.
Beyond that, they also knew that Soul Spider Silk was the silk spun by Blood Spiders. As for what effects the silk possessed, they knew nothing.
Those who had seen a Blood Spider might have survived because it was full, but those who had seen Soul Spider Silk were basically all dead.
Even the name Soul Spider Silk had been passed down from ancient times.
He Ao tugged at the arm stuck by the silk, but it did not budge.
The silk was incredibly adhesive. With He Ao's current Physical Fitness, he could easily lift two or three thousand kilograms, yet he could not break free from this silk with ease.
From Super Memory's perspective, within the translucent silk radiating red light, clusters