Chapter 435: Ate Too Much, Digest a Bit

The words had barely fallen when the six-in-one monster suddenly moved.

Six twisted heads let out deep hisses simultaneously, sounding like the BGM of a horror movie; twelve arms waved wildly, tearing the surrounding air; twelve feet stomped the ground, emitting muffled "thud thud" sounds.

Like a six-headed giant spider, huge and twisted, bringing suffocating visual pressure, it pounced toward Feng Yuhuai.

A fishy stench rushed toward her face, and even the shadow cast by the light could cover Feng Yuhuai.

Floating over along with it was Zuo Bai's faintly kind reminder:

"Don't be afraid. Even if you fail, for the sake of your lover, I will keep your head for him to exchange back."

"???"

Grass-mud horses galloped wildly through Feng Yuhuai's mind, more numerous than her wildly dancing hair.

Scientists are amazing?

Does being a scientist mean people don't get a chance to defend themselves?

Feng Yuhuai had a thousand things to ask, say, and communicate, but... the six-headed giant spider's roar was simply too loud.

This fully illustrated a truth—whoever has the loudest voice is right!!!

Feng Yuhuai's pupils constricted suddenly, and her spiral eyes spun madly.

Not to mention whether this six-headed giant spider's strength was six times that of a single individual, just its twisted and hideous appearance had already caused her a six-hundred-fold "visual pollution attack."

As a girl, she naturally feared spiders.

The more beautiful the woman, the more she feared such multi-legged creatures; this was carried in the genes of beauties.

Not to mention this six-headed giant spider before her eyes was larger than a person!

Before the fight even started, Feng Yuhuai's face had already broken out in fine goosebumps, as if countless cold insects were crawling on her skin.

The fact that she didn't turn around and flee immediately showed she had truly undergone a transformation, with not a trace of moisture mixed in, all her own effort and progress.

Even more fortunate was that the drone had already been smashed into scrap by the female doctor; here, there was no longer a fist-sized eye staring fixedly at her.

She, Feng Yuhuai, no longer needed to be bound hand and foot, and could release all her strength without restraint.

"Since it's clearly coming for me, fleeing is the stupidest choice!"

Feng Yuhuai coldly laughed in her heart, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes.

Her thoughts spun rapidly, and in the blink of an eye she had made a decision.

No matter what, she at least had to figure out exactly what kind of sneaky ghost her lover was!

Feng Yuhuai's qi and blood circulated throughout her body, and the power within her was driven to the extreme.

Her arms suddenly shook, and in an instant they transformed into countless scarlet silk threads, winding and circling in the air, forming countless overlapping spider webs.

"Forget it, I've been eating and eating lately, and haven't properly digested yet."

She licked her lips, and her spiral eyes emitted a bloody red light:

"Let you monsters feel just how powerful I am now!"

The words had barely fallen when Feng Yuhuai's arms suddenly spread out; her sky-covering red hair, like flames swept up by a wild wind, danced wildly and flipped backward, instantly lengthening and splitting into countless scarlet silk threads.

Ten million scarlet silk threads split the air with a piercing whistle; wherever they passed, sparks burst from the pipe walls, and concrete wall surfaces flaked off into powder—those hair strands were actually sharper than blades.

"Puppetry Art: Thread Manipulation Dance!"

Feng Yuhuai drew her arms together, making a gesture of embracing empty air before her, and the sky-covering silk threads gathered with the momentum.

In an instant, blood lines surged; the spider web, entwined with metal fragments and stone dust, formed a scarlet hurricane that completely enveloped it.

The scene looked like a spindle-shaped blood cocoon, wanting to stuff this beautiful spider back into the egg where it was born.

Hiss—

The silk threads cut into the beautiful spider's scale armor, making a tooth-aching sound.

Red-green intertwined blood sprayed out, and the strong acid burned carbonized black spots into the woven cocoon.

The black spots shattered, and the twelve dancing arms tore free from the silk threads' binding, appearing before Feng Yuhuai in an instant.

Feng Yuhuai's pupils shrank, and her figure retreated rapidly, trying to pull open distance.

However, the monster's arms were simply too many—twelve arms, which were sixty hideous sharp fingers, each sharp finger longer than her forearm, the sharp fingertips gleaming with metallic cold light, like a terrifying blade formation.

Swish swish swish—

The trajectories of the dancing sharp fingers were chaotic and disorderly, yet airtight, almost locking down all of Feng Yuhuai's room to maneuver.

And precisely because of their chaotic disorder, they were instead difficult to pre-judge the dodging trajectory, becoming the most exquisite move.

In the blink of an eye, the meat-grinding blade net formed by sixty sharp blades turned a radius of three meters into a death zone, and blade light plowed spider-web-like cracks on the pipe walls and ground.

Pfft!

A sharp finger poked her shoulder, bringing up a burst of splintering red threads.

Those red threads were like torn blood vessels; crystal-clear blood beads slid along the silk threads, dripping onto the sewage, spreading into a pool of blood.

Feng Yuhuai grunted, her figure suddenly flashed sideways, but her lower abdomen was fiercely scratched by another sharp finger, instantly tearing open a terrifying gash.

Bloody intestines fell from the wound, hanging in mid-air, shocking to behold.

However, Feng Yuhuai's expression remained unchanged, as if she felt no pain.

Her gaze was cold as ice, her figure suddenly rushed forward, and she slammed headlong into the blade net.

At the same time, those fallen intestines instantly turned into broken red threads, like liquid flowing backward, quickly contracting back into her body.

The red threads intertwined and wrapped around her wound, like a clever weaver mending a damaged rag doll; in the blink of an eye, she wove the shattered holes healed.

Hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss—!

The sky-covering red threads constantly burst and shattered in the blade formation, yet healed as before in an instant.

Feng Yuhuai's body shifted back and forth between red threads and flesh and blood, like a phantom wandering between reality and illusion.

Her movements were smooth and eerie; she seemed unscathed, but the sewage beneath her feet had already been dyed scarlet, like the blood river of Diyu, slowly flowing along the sewer's channels, telling of the brutality of this battle.

"Digested too fast... I feel a little hungry."

A faint hunger rose in Feng Yuhuai's mind, as if her stomach were empty, urgently needing to be filled.

Her gaze swept over the monster before her, a glimmer of desire flashing in her eyes.

Once a person was hungry, even dark cuisine became fragrant.

The Beautiful Spider's six heads growled simultaneously, as if they had also smelled the fragrance emanating from Feng Yuhuai's body; its eleven arms waved wildly, the knife formation's attacks growing ever fiercer, like a sudden storm.

The remaining arm, taking advantage of the lull, reached toward the sewage on the ground, lightly scooped up a handful, drew out a patch of turbid blood, and poured it into the head clad in two garments.

Although everyone shared six heads, one head always showed a different sort of cleverness....

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