Chapter 346: Spider Molt Obtained

What is this? "Poisoned?" Another mountain bandit pointed at the spider molt. "There's something on it... a red spider!"

With the light of the fluorescent spores, everyone looked intently and sure enough, a red spider slightly smaller than a bowl was standing on the mountain-like spider molt.

The mountain bandit who had climbed up earlier might have been ambushed by it.

This thing was small, but so poisonous.

Old Six's eyes rolled, and he pointed to another spider molt. "Don't fight with it, pick another one!"

This was a good suggestion. Another mountain bandit grabbed the cloth bag and climbed onto the smaller spider molt.

He had climbed halfway when he suddenly heard someone below shouting, "Careful, that red spider is gone!"

Gone? It might have jumped onto the second spider molt.

The spider molt was large, and the shadow area was also large. It was not easy to find the red spider's small body hidden within it.

Everyone also discovered that its movements were astonishingly fast; the human eye couldn't keep up.

The second mountain bandit deliberately guarded against it, and his movements were as slow as a snail, but he still got hit and was ambushed and rolled down.

At the same time, a mountain bandit silently threw a hook rope to the top of the smallest spider molt. It hooked on very easily, and then he climbed up the rope and rushed up in one go.

He moved as nimbly as a monkey, with almost no pause in the middle, climbing to the top of the spider molt in one go.

"The bag!"

Everyone was overjoyed and quickly threw the bag up, only to realize something was wrong:

Eh, this, this doesn't seem to be one of their people?

The other party kept his head down, hiding his face in the shadow against the light, so no one could see clearly.

But he was truly nimble, deftly putting the snake-skin bag—no, the Qiankun bag—over the spider molt's head—

It was hard to say whether the snake-skin bag had become bigger or the spider molt had become smaller, but in short, it was put in.

With a "whoosh," the person jumped to the ground.

The spider molt was gone, and he was holding a bulging snake-skin bag in his hand.

The red spider jumped over, but ended up missing, so angry that it made a human voice: "He Lingchuan, you're looking for death!"

The person who appeared out of thin air was He Lingchuan. The mountain bandits woke up like a dream and pounced to grab the bag, but were dodged one by one by him using the Swallow-Return movement technique.

This wasn't a swallow; this was clearly a loach! He Lingchuan threw the hook rope again, swung in the air, drew a big circle in the stone cave, jumped onto the biggest spider molt's head, and put the snake-skin bag over it.

Hmm? It didn't seem to fit.

He tried two more times, but it still didn't work. It was full; it couldn't fit anymore.

Even so, the capacity of this snake-skin bag was much larger than the Immortal Ring on his hand.

The red spider rushed over, sneering, "Just with a broken snake-skin bag, you dare to collect my ancient true body?"

"I was just trying it out," He Lingchuan said while dodging. "Hey, I'm on your side, okay? If they didn't have the snake-skin bag, they wouldn't be able to steal your true body!"

The mountain bandits below heard this and woke up like a dream.

"The one talking to this kid is that big mother spider outside!" Old Six shouted. "Run!"

Bowengun's diversionary tactic wasn't implemented thoroughly. Zhu Xiuer's main body had gone out, but it had left a clone to look after its molts.

It had to leave one eye to watch personally to be at ease.

The mountain bandits knew that these demons always had some strange spells, and if the small spider discovered them here, the Spider Queen would likely rush in soon! They listened and left two wounded behind, turning to flee.

The red spider didn't chase them, just stared at He Lingchuan. "Put it back!"

He Lingchuan shrugged, walked over, and shook the bag downward. The spider molt appeared out of thin air, still in its original position.

"Returned to its owner." He jumped down from the top of the spider molt. "Do you want to come with me to chase those little thieves?"

The red spider snorted. "Where's the snake-skin bag? Give it to me!"

He Lingchuan threw the bag to it.

I don't know how, but the moment the snake-skin bag touched the spider leg, it shrank until it disappeared, and I don't know where it was collected by the red spider.

Then, it jumped onto He Lingchuan's shoulder, letting him carry it as they rushed out of the cave entrance to chase the mountain bandits.

After exiting the cave, He Lingchuan stood still and looked around.

The red spider was impatient. "What are you looking at!"

"Which direction did they go?"

"West!"

"Which side is west?" This underground palace had nine turns and eighteen bends and was dark, so who knew which side was "west"?

"Left!"

"Oh, oh!" He Lingchuan then chased after them.

"These mountain bandits were instigated by Bowengun to steal your spider molt," he asked while running. "You are a spider and it is a snake; what use does your spider molt have for it?"

"I am an ancient demon immortal. My molt contains a trace of power that has participated in the creation of the world, which is what these turbid demon creatures crave. And my abdominal map is a natural divine object; they want to steal it to comprehend the mysteries of the heavens and stars," the red spider said, full of disdain. "Stupid, foolish things—are they worthy?"

He Lingchuan understood. "So the nobles of the Beijia Nation stealing your molt also have this plan?"

The red spider snorted.

So that was it. No wonder the God-Bone Necklace was also eyeing this treasure. It was picky and wouldn't eat anything but good things. He Lingchuan asked again, "I remember you originally had five molts here; why are there only four left now?"

Zhu Xiuer originally had six molts, which it had saved from the ancient times until now. One was stolen in the Beijia Nation, so there should be five. Just now, he had counted, and there were only four left.

Where did the other one go?

The red spider said leisurely, "None of your business."

So it wasn't lost, but used for something else? He Lingchuan was lost in thought.

On the way, they met several spider guards. They were about to be furious, but seeing the red spider on He Lingchuan's shoulder, they immediately calmed down and followed obediently behind.

After turning a few corners, the red spider suddenly said, "Go find Dong Rui."

"Eh?" He Lingchuan didn't understand. "We're about to catch up."

"Go!" The red spider's tone was cold and chilly.

It stood on He Lingchuan's shoulder, and he was afraid it would give him a bite, so he had no choice but to take a detour and rush toward Dong Rui's workshop.

Fortunately, it wasn't far.

In just over ten breaths, He Lingchuan arrived at the workshop.

Dong Rui was writing and drawing at the desk. He looked up at the sound, looking blank. "What?"

"Zhu Xiuer has come to see you." He Lingchuan pointed to the red spider on his shoulder, feeling a slight relief in his heart. Just now, Dong Rui had driven the Demon Puppet to send him outside the exhibition room, and then slipped back; time was very tight.

"This is Zhu Xiuer?"

The red spider said coldly, "Didn't you hear the movement outside?"

"I heard it," Dong Rui said indifferently. "What does it have to do with me?"

When this person was buried in work, he truly didn't hear anything outside the window. The red spider had nothing to say, so it said to He Lingchuan, "Go chase the mountain bandits." Then it said to Dong Rui, "You come out too!"

There was only one path from here to the spider molt exhibition room, with no side roads. It had seen with its own eyes that Dong Rui was here, so it was relieved, proving that neither human had schemed against its molt.

Its main body was fighting earth-shatteringly with two great demons outside, and the underground palace was short of manpower, so it couldn't leave the Demon Puppet Master here anymore.

But what it didn't know was that just after it and He Lingchuan left the exhibition room, another He Lingchuan suddenly walked out from behind the spider molt that had been released from the snake-skin bag and was regained!

He didn't waste half a second, directly pressing the God-Bone Necklace onto the spider molt.

The God-Bone emitted a red light happily, and the hard spider molt suddenly collapsed.

It was like a sculpture made of sand; it collapsed with a knock.

But this "sand" didn't fall elsewhere, but was sucked into the wind eye in the God-Bone.

The speed was extremely fast, and in just three or five breaths, the huge spider molt was gone, the scene was clean, and not even a little bit of debris was left.

Immediately following, "He Lingchuan" disappeared on the spot.

The God-Bone Necklace had no one holding it and fell in free fall.

But before it hit the ground, it also disappeared.

This exhibition room was as quiet as ever, except that a spider molt was missing for no reason.

In fact, while He Lingchuan put back the spider molt, he also released a clone, ordering it to take his God-Bone Necklace and hide behind the spider molt.

This spider molt was so huge and stood against the wall, so the shadow behind it was more than enough to hide a few people.

The red spider's gaze was entirely on He Lingchuan's main body; how could it notice that there was an extra "person" behind the spider molt? He waited for a few breaths after leaving the cave, which was waiting for the clone to take out the God-Bone Necklace and absorb the essence of the spider molt.

The clone would automatically disappear if it was more than twelve zhang away from the main body; the God-Bone Necklace went without saying—it was something that couldn't be thrown away, and it would automatically return to him if it was too far away.

This theft was completed without anyone knowing.

He Lingchuan breathed out—comfortable! This was his first time using the Clone Technique in reality, not for fighting monsters, but for being a thief—as long as you have a good imagination, the uses of supernatural powers are varied.

Zhu Xiuer's molt was eyed by so many demons, it must be a good thing. It didn't matter if he couldn't understand it; the God-Bone Necklace had a need.

He was leaving with the red spider; it had no reason to suspect him.

And Dong Rui hadn't moved from the workshop, so he wasn't the thief either.

In this group demon melee, it seemed he was the one who benefited as the fisherman, with the biggest harvest.

Provided that he had the opportunity to leave the swamp safely.

With He Lingchuan's movement technique, he soon caught up with the group of mountain bandits.

He dealt with two, Dong Rui dealt with one, and the red spider itself bit down three, while the rest were annihilated by the spider guards who arrived at the news, leaving only a shivering Old Six.

Because the red spider said, leave one alive for interrogation.

So the spider guards wrapped him into a zongzi with spider webs and threw him back into the wine cellar.

When He Lingchuan rushed to the entrance of the underground palace, he smelled an increasingly thick scent of grass, like walking on a wheat field that had just been harvested.

This smell should have been very fresh, but after smelling it, he couldn't help but want to yawn. Humans were like this, and spiders, which had even less resistance to this smell, were naturally walking unsteadily.

The red spider said coldly, "This must be a trick Bowengun came up with. It often teaches its subordinates to swallow my descendants in various ways." The poisonous things that snake came up with were also varied, otherwise Zhu Xiuer wouldn't have researched new demon arts to discharge the poison into its eyeballs and throw them away, once and for all.

He Lingchuan thought to himself, you old fellow are no better; spiders also treat small snakes caught as a feast. You two are just neighbors who never see each other, fighting once you meet.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 347 =====