Chapter 347: Zhu Xiuer

To prevent its home from being stolen, when Zhu Xiuer left the underground palace to fight the two demons, it had sealed the cave entrance with a spider web, three layers front and back, so even its own descendants couldn't squeeze in, or they would be stuck. But borrowing the light from outside, He Lingchuan could see figures moving outside the spider web.

Tu Zhongli and the others had come carrying wide wooden boards; these boards were unloaded from the large carts, and at this time, they were inserted one by one into the spider web to stick. People walked through the boards, which was a bit of an effort but didn't require contact with the spider web.

To prevent their hands and feet from being stuck, they, like Old Six, threw sand and soil onto the spider web until the pure white web was sprinkled into an earthy yellow color, and then tested it with a knife, only then daring to drill in.

Calculating the time, Old Six and the others had been inside for too long, and they didn't know what trouble they had encountered. After all, this was the notorious Demon Nest, and Tu Zhongli had to go in to support them.

However, only four or five of the mountain bandits had just drilled in when they ran into He Lingchuan and Dong Rui.

"Hi!" He Lingchuan waved at them. "Why did you just arrive?"

"What's going on?" Tu Zhongli's gaze shifted uncertainly. "Where's Old Six? What are you doing here?"

"Waiting for you," He Lingchuan shrugged. "Old Six is too lonely in the wine cellar, waiting for you to keep him company."

As soon as the words "wine cellar" came out, Tu Zhongli knew the secret was exposed, so he gave a low, fierce shout of "Kill" and took the lead in rushing over to hack with his blade.

Before He Lingchuan could make a move, the red spider on his shoulder jumped first. Tu Zhongli's reaction was fast; seeing a red shadow pounce toward his face, he subconsciously dodged, but the mountain bandit standing behind him was ridden on the face, let out a short, sharp scream, and fell down, his whole body twitching.

There was a spellcaster in Tu Zhongli's team who sprayed a mouthful of true fire without thinking.

His attainments were quite good; the flames were over three feet long, and the flame color was blue, showing that the firepower was sufficient. Ordinary spiders would at least be crispy if roasted like this.

But what was the red spider's background? The spider silk it sprayed could be impervious to water and fire; this mouthful of mortal fire was just sauna level for it.

It didn't dodge or evade and rode on the face again. However, the spellcaster was equipped with two protective talismans, which both exerted force, bouncing the small red spider away.

Dong Rui didn't know where he had fished out a small golden bell and shook it. The spellcaster felt dizzy, and the spell he was chanting stopped halfway, and he was bitten on the lip by the red spider, unable to help but scream in pain.

On that side, Tu Zhongli had already engaged in close combat with He Lingchuan, cursing while fighting, "I kindly tried to win you over, why are you trying to harm me instead!"

Because you have no chance of winning, brother, He Lingchuan recited silently.

He discovered that this bandit leader's combat power was not bad, his rules were clear, and he was sharp and neat in his ruthlessness, as if he had been in the army.

Military training focused on killing techniques, requiring speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness, without many fancy moves.

Tu Zhongli, however, felt bitter in his heart. The opponent's blade technique was strange, as if every blade was weaving invisible energy, wanting to trap him in the middle. The opponent's strength was clearly stronger than his; if he stayed any longer, he would be like a turtle in a jar.

Just at this moment, several spider guards suddenly appeared at the end of the passage, all of them burly! Tu Zhongli had no intention of fighting anymore, feinted with an axe, threw out something that looked like sand but wasn't sand, and looked like fog but wasn't fog, and turned to run.

He Lingchuan lifted his leg to chase, but even the red spider on his shoulder didn't notice that he quietly threw a small thing into the corner of the passage, in the concave hole behind the underground palace exit.

The spiders in the underground palace didn't notice either. After the golden bell rang, a spider guard crawled out of Dong Rui's workshop and came along the small path toward the Demon Nest exit.

Everyone was a spider, and this spider guard's rank was even higher, so no one stopped it.

The mountain bandits outside heard the movement in the cave and didn't dare to go in anymore. Tu Zhongli moved quickly and rushed out of the cave, not daring to look back even when he heard the screams of his subordinates, leading the rest to climb tree roots and escape the sinkhole.

At this time, Siwen Wang and Lord Boshan were still fighting Zhu Xiuer bravely, but they had already shown signs of defeat. Siwen Wang had no city in its heart, and seeing the mountain bandits fleeing, it hurriedly chased and asked, "How is it?"

They had paid such a heavy price, not hesitating to break with the swamp hegemon Zhu Xiuer, wasn't it all for one result?

This group of mountain bandits didn't answer, only burying their heads in climbing vines.

He Lingchuan and the red spider chased relentlessly, so the mountain bandits falling behind fell one after another.

Dong Rui stopped his steps after leaving the sinkhole. As a Demon Puppet Master, his speed and strength were inferior to He Lingchuan's, so he lazily slipped away to the hillside.

When he walked, he shook the golden bell a few times, and the bell sound penetrated the underground palace spider web, reaching the spider guard Demon Puppet.

It rushed to the entrance of the underground palace and stopped.

On this side, Bowengun didn't hear the answer it wanted, and fearing that the mountain bandits had already succeeded and were being chased back, it simply abandoned Zhu Xiuer and turned back to chase He Lingchuan and the mountain bandits.

Siwen Wang dealt with Zhu Xiuer alone, under great pressure. It insisted sincerely for a good while, but the spider venom took effect, causing it to feel dizzy and swollen, feeling as if Zhu Xiuer's eyes had turned into seventeen or eighteen.

If this continued, it would die, so Siwen Wang finally howled and turned to run.

Its descendants also hurriedly followed.

After this chaotic battle, six or seven wild boars had died on the spot, and the combat losses were not small.

Zhu Xiuer thought for a moment, abandoned Siwen Wang, and went to chase Bowengun. This dead snake was full of bad water and was a greater threat to it. It would let the stupid pig live for now and clean it up later.

On that side, He Lingchuan chased to the Jiana tribe ruins, then turned his steps and drilled into a shell house.

The red spider urged him, "Chase, why did you stop?"

He Lingchuan ignored it and just stuck to the wall.

Only two or three breaths passed, and a behemoth rushed past the house, bringing out a "swish" sound from the fallen leaves on the ground.

He Lingchuan poked his head out of the window and happened to see Bowengun's back as it went away.

That speed was at least sixty miles per hour.

He had no deep hatred for these swamp great demons, so why should he chase them relentlessly?

Of course, if he didn't chase, someone else would.

After a few more breaths, Zhu Xiuer's huge figure also came over, just about to pass through the ruins to chase Bowengun, when a spider demon suddenly drilled out of the underground palace cave entrance, hissing and calling, very urgently.

He Lingchuan couldn't hear its voice, but Zhu Xiuer's huge body suddenly braked sharply, its eight claws turned, and its head pressed against the window of the shell house, its voice full of the fury of a mountain rain about to come: "Who stole my molt!"

The fury caused its body to swell by a circle out of thin air, and its eyeballs looked even more protruding.

"Ah?" The fact that the spider molt was stolen was discovered by the small spiders in the underground palace so quickly? He Lingchuan looked directly at its suddenly crimson eyes, with only confusion and no fear. "I put your molt back in its original place; didn't you see it with your own eyes?" He said, pointing to the red spider on his shoulder.

This red spider was Zhu Xiuer's small clone, and the two shared vision, so Zhu Xiuer naturally also saw He Lingchuan's actions in the exhibition room.

"A molt is missing!"

He Lingchuan was even more surprised. "We have always been together; the one who stole the molt certainly wasn't me. Besides, your molt is so big, who could move it out!"

Each spider molt was a circle larger than the current Zhu Xiuer. Except for itself, no one knew how this large piece of luggage passed through the narrow passage of the underground palace. The storage rings currently remaining basically had small capacities, and occasional exceptions were ignored. Even the Immortal Ring in He Lingchuan's hand couldn't fit an entire spider molt.

Not right, there was another guy who knew—

He Lingchuan suddenly realized at the right time: "That's right, could it be that Bowengun sent snake demons to sneak in a second time? Look at it, not saying a word, slipping away so fast." Unlike Siwen Wang, who still asked honestly if it had succeeded? Zhu Xiuer's claw tips scraped the ground fiercely.

Bowengun! It had seen with its own eyes that the snake-skin bag could hold the spider molt. Bowengun could make one, who said it couldn't make a second one!

It used the mountain bandits as bait to lure the spider group away, but actually sent small snakes in to steal it, right?

What a great diversion! Zhu Xiuer let out a long whistle and took big steps to chase Bowengun.

It walked like lightning, and He Lingchuan saw red spots appearing on the giant spider's body, bright red like blood, and knew that Zhu Xiuer's fury had been completely ignited and it had to find Bowengun to demand "justice."

But Bowengun couldn't give it, sigh. He Lingchuan subconsciously patted the God-Bone Necklace on his chest.

It's fine, as long as he's not the one who's unlucky.

To avoid suspicion, he shouldn't return to the underground palace at this time.

He turned his head and saw Steward Zhao and the others hiding behind the trees on the hillside being driven out by spider guards, and Dong Rui was also following behind.

These looked like legitimate merchants, and they also knew that there were mirage mists on the periphery of the Demon Nest Swamp, and the passage flag had been snatched by Tu Zhongli, so they couldn't get out anyway and didn't dare to stay far away.

The wild boars and snakes near the Demon Nest had all fled, and the spiders cleaned up the battlefield and cleared them out as well.

Large and small spiders surrounded them, and although their eyes didn't change, Steward Zhao could feel the raw murderous intent from their restlessness.

This group of spider demons was in a fit of rage and wished they could suck them dry.

Just when Steward Zhao was anxious, He Lingchuan walked over, and the spiders on the side gave way one after another.

Steward Zhao naturally didn't know he was borrowing the tiger's prestige; the spider guards were avoiding the red spider on He Lingchuan's shoulder, only thinking that this person was deeply trusted by the Spider Queen, so he immediately knelt down and said tremblingly, "My lord, please investigate clearly. We were also harmed; this group of mountain bandits killed our master!"

As soon as he knelt, the dozen or so people behind all followed and knelt down.

"What is your master's surname, after all?"

"Gan!" Steward Zhao said. "Our master's surname is Gan."

"Why were you mixed up with the mountain bandits?" He Lingchuan asked, then suddenly said "Wait," and turned to order the spider guards, "Go and bring the captives in the wine cellar out."

The spider guards received the red spider's instruction and did as told.

Before long, the mountain bandit Old Six was brought out by two spider guards and thrown onto the open ground.

He was wrapped in spider webs like a zongzi, and even bending his knees was difficult. The spider uncovered the web on his face, revealing a terrified face.

Looking at the spiders around him, he immediately understood his situation and answered every question He Lingchuan asked, very obediently.

Combining the answers from both sides, He Lingchuan pieced together a rough idea: sure enough, this was all Bowengun's conspiracy, and Zhu Xiuer hadn't chased the wrong person—no, hadn't chased the wrong snake.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 348 =====