Fine white spider silk poured down like a waterfall from above the dungeon, twisting into ropes that swept through the space below. Geng Hanfu and Wenren Xu didn't dare return to the dungeon.
Viscous venom was flung through the air with a sizzling, corrosive hiss. The dungeon bars eaten through by the poisonous silk sagged and softened, then collapsed to the ground like deflated balloons.
A red spider half a person's height slid down a pillar on its long legs and shielded Yan Xiaochuan. He stared at the huge red spider before him, nerves taut, and tried to shrink back to make space between them.
His dark pupils held nothing but white silk filling the room and the tall, slender figure standing ahead.
Compared with Mei Chengyu and Zhongli Shan, both seasoned practitioners who regularly trained in the Military School's physical arts, Cang Shu looked a little more delicate.
His handsome features and fair skin, his quietness in front of outsiders, his dislike of thinking things through, and his habit of simply following Shi Yuezhen or his friends' lead made him seem more guileless than someone like Nian Qiuyan, who wasn't much good at physical arts or fighting.
While secretly keeping an eye on Mei Chengyu, Yan Xiaochuan had naturally learned about the people close to him, too.
In his words, Cang Shu was the sort of person people couldn't help wanting to look after.
Sometimes he said something astonishing; other times, Yan Xiaochuan felt he knew nothing at all.
He seemed easy to get along with, but it wasn't easy to become close to him.
Yan Xiaochuan thought Agricultural School cultivation was a cutthroat business. Every day, they had to contend with all kinds of bizarre poisonous insects, poisonous plants, and poisonous Gu. The people who often ended up