The Might of the Blood Spider (Bonus Chapter for Ally newpaker)

At this moment, Fang Linyan took out the Voodoo Doll, held it in his hand, and silently recited a brief incantation. He immediately felt something within his body being drawn away by the doll, and then saw it twitch slightly, releasing a wisp of black-red aura. If one didn't look closely, it would be hard to spot.

This black-red aura tumbled briefly in the air before landing directly on the ground, transforming into a translucent, dark red little spider that seemed both real and illusory. It bounced and darted across the floor at an astonishing speed, so fast that it was nearly impossible to detect without careful observation.

This was the benefit of Fang Linyan's earlier choice of the Six-Eyed Red-Bellied Spider—it could greatly enhance the speed of the Blood Spider, making it perfect for ambushing people.

A distance of over ten meters, this Blood Spider covered in just a few seconds. Not only that, but it even used the arm of the person in the car as a springboard for an extra leap, yet the man remained completely oblivious.

Finally, following Fang Linyan's mental command, the creature sank its fangs directly into the man's throat!

The man's eyes flew wide open, and he opened his mouth to scream, but his neck had already swollen rapidly, and the sound that came out was nothing but a hoarse, guttural "heh heh heh." Worse still, a sudden, excruciating pain spread from his neck throughout his entire body. He clutched his throat with both hands, his feet kicking wildly, even stomping on the accelerator. The Hellcat's engine let out a strained roar, and the quad exhaust pipes spewed thick blue exhaust.

Fortunately, the car was in neutral at the time; otherwise, that stomp would have sent it shooting forward instantly!

However, it was worth noting that while this bite looked severe, it could only cause intense pain and paralysis for a short time. As the saying goes, success and failure stem from the same source—the Blood Spider's pain mechanism worked by having black witchcraft inflict agony directly on the soul, not by harming the soul itself. So once the black witchcraft wore off, the pain would quickly subside, and the bite mark on the neck would heal within hours. The actual physical damage was barely worse than a mosquito bite.

In fact, Contractors, whose souls were far stronger than ordinary people, had much greater resistance to Blood Spider bites. They would never collapse from a single bite like a normal person would.

There was no helping it. The Blood Spider was, after all, only the most basic black witchcraft. To increase its lethality, one would need to use the Geometric Yellow-Bellied Widow, but then the summoned Blood Spider would be slower. And even if it bit an enemy, the venom required time to take effect, with no immediate results. Even after the poison set in, its power wasn't particularly great—it just lasted a long time, making it quite torturous.

Because of these obvious drawbacks, Fang had only learned it as a prerequisite skill and had hardly ever used it.

Seizing the moment while the man writhed in agony, Fang Linyan stepped forward, yanked him out of the car, and gave him a quick pat-down. He grabbed a wallet and retrieved a pistol from the man's waist before jumping back into the vehicle.

The Hellcat's engine was still running, which made things convenient for Fang Linyan. He floored the accelerator, spun the wheel sharply, and sped off without a second glance.

Since this was Fang Linyan's first time doing something like this, he was inevitably tense and his heart was pounding wildly. It wasn't until he had driven nearly twenty kilometers that his racing heartbeat finally calmed down. Then, he turned the steering wheel, veered onto a side road, and slowly came to a stop behind a rocky hill.

First, he took stock of the spoils from the man. The wallet contained about four hundred dollars, and the pistol was a common Beretta. On the back seat, there was a large travel bag. Fang Linyan opened it and found it tightly packed. After unwrapping layer after layer, he discovered that the innermost contents weren't the drugs he had imagined, but a small pouch of black granules with a pungent, peculiar smell.

Fang Linyan then noticed a half-torn label beside the pouch, faintly bearing the three letters: TIC! His heart stirred, and he quickly grabbed two granules, pinching them with his fingernail. They weren't hard and left indentations.

He pressed the two granules together, and under the warmth of his body heat, they gradually fused! Seeing this property, Fang Linyan was flooded with elation. This had to be the extremely rare TIC Rare Element Additive, widely used in casting, blending, processing, and other fields. Even a small amount could give metals extraordinary ductility.

Thus, TIC Rare Element Additive was extensively applied in aerospace, high-precision castings for sixth-generation fighter jets, and the construction of rhomboid submarines. Demand far outstripped supply, and it was classified under the government's top-tier control list.

Compared to this small pouch of TIC Rare Element Additive, the profits from drugs were mere pocket change. If this stuff hit the industrial raw materials market, buyers would snap it up without even haggling over the price.

Next, Fang Linyan turned onto another road, stopped at the nearest small town to restock, and bought a few books to quickly look up various information about this world.

An hour later, Fang Linyan arrived at the Greyhound Lines depot, which was ubiquitous across America. He abandoned the Hellcat outright and bought himself a bus ticket to the city of Worcester in Massachusetts.

Why go there? Because Worcester was a famous college town in the U.S., home to Clark University (founded in 1887) and Worcester Polytechnic Institute. Earlier, Fang Linyan had carefully checked the phone book (like Schwarzenegger's method in The Terminator to find Sarah) and discovered over a dozen related businesses there. So, the TIC Rare Element Additive would be easier to sell in Worcester, and it was only a few hundred kilometers from his intended destination, Boston—a convenient detour.

After boarding the bus, Fang Linyan noticed there were few passengers. He moved to the back, claimed an entire row for himself, and soon drifted off to sleep, lulled by the bus's rocking motion. He slept for a full six or seven hours before being woken up—the bus had pulled into a service area for refueling and maintenance, and passengers were let off to eat and use the restroom.