guile fairy

Chapter 8 Spider
  The little boy stared at Fu Zhaozhao for a long time, his dark eyes rolled around, as if he had seen something interesting, and he opened his hands as if he was ready to catch him.

Then he grinned and said firmly: "We will meet again in the future."

Fu Zhaozhao was noncommittal, but the movements under his hands were very neat.

She pulled the little boy out of the mismatched spider body. There was only a mismatched spider body under his head, which looked extremely weird.

Then he tied the other party with a red rope and put it away.

After packing everything up, he raised his feet and walked towards the person lying on the ground.

I saw a lot of red and white things stained on the black soil, and the battle situation was very tragic.

Fu Zhaozhao leaned over and studied it, and seemed to be sure that Zhang Quan was dead. The other person's body was stiff and bloodless, his face was ashen, and there were some red blood drops splashed on his body, which should have dripped on it when he struggled.

Seeing that the other party was hopeless, Fu Zhaozhao stood up and left.

At this moment, the two large holes that had been bitten on the head gradually shrank, and the blood splashing around seemed to be alive, moving towards the head.

The surrounding mist fluctuated, and some of it swam strangely in the direction of Zhang Quan's head, as if attracted by something.

However, within a short time, the face of the person who was originally ashen gradually turned rosy, and his breathing began to become rapid.

"Ah! Help!"

Zhang Quan sat up from the ground like a corpse, with a shocked look on his face, as if he had experienced something terrible.

Fu Zhaozhao was slightly surprised when he saw this, but he was not too surprised.

However, because the other party was too noisy, Fu Zhaozhao couldn't help but said: "Stop screaming, you are still alive."

Hearing this, Zhang Quan seemed to remember something, and tremblingly touched his head.

He remembered that the spider monster bit him on the head, and he only felt severe pain, but he didn't know what happened next.

After carefully touching his head, Zhang Quan didn't find any wounds. Zhang Quan looked a little unbelievable and murmured: "What's going on? Did she let me go?"

Fu Zhaozhao snorted, "Then you have a pretty good idea, but your situation is indeed a bit special."

She was very sure that Zhang Quan was already dead just now, and even his soul was about to disperse. Who knew that the next moment, it was as if something in his body had pulled back the soul that was about to disperse.

Thinking of this, Fu Zhaozhao squinted his eyes and looked Zhang Quan up and down, as if he wanted to see something in him.

After studying for a while, I didn't see any useful information, so I gave up.

"You shouldn't be considered a human being in this state. Come back to Midu with me first and ask Uncle Qi what's going on with that old man."

Zhang Quan nodded with some fear, and then groped around on the ground for his lost glasses.

Maybe the struggling action just now was too intense, causing one of the glasses legs to be crushed and broken, and the frame was a little crooked, but overall it did not affect the use.

Zhang Quan put on his black-rimmed glasses, and his appearance returned to the thin otaku look he had when we first met him.

He asked in a low voice: "Where are the fans?"

Fu Zhaozhao gave a rare smile and replied: "In the world in the fog."

Since the road to Midu is relatively difficult, they need to go to some places with special latitudes before they can find the opportunity to enter Mido.

On the way back, he was probably a little bored, so Fu Zhaozhao rarely told Zhang Quan something about Midu.

"Do you know the dimensions?" Fu Zhaozhao asked. Zhang Quan thought for a while and nodded.

What he likes is the second dimension, so he naturally knows the term dimension.

Seeing that he had some understanding, Fu Zhaozhao nodded, and continued: "The two dimensions we commonly see are the two dimensions and the three dimensions, but have you ever thought about it, there is actually a dimension mixed in between."

"That's two point five dimensions."

Afraid that the other party would not understand, Fu Zhaozhao found an easier-to-understand explanation, "It's just like in this world, every country has different monster legends, and among those monster legends, if there is the same and similar monster, That was someone who accidentally came out of the 2.5 dimension and was bumped into by humans."

"And the world that exists in the 2.5-dimensional world is called Mydo."

Zhang Quan listened with some fascination and murmured: "Doesn't that mean those monsters can appear in the real world at any time?"

Fu Zhaozhao shook his head and said: "Perhaps this was the case a long time ago, when information was not so developed."

"But at a certain period of time, those monsters and humans were completely divided into two worlds, and not everything can appear in the real world, but they accidentally passed through some special latitudes."

Fu Zhaozhao paused: "For example, the famous 30 degrees north latitude."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Quan immediately understood.

But then he looked a little worried, "We also have to pass through 30 degrees north latitude before we can enter Midtown?"

Fu Zhaozhao shook his head: "We are not that complicated. You will know when you get there."

After roughly explaining things about Midu to Zhang Quan, Fu Zhaozhao didn't say anything more and just asked him to follow him closely.

After returning to the town non-stop, Zhang Quan felt as if his whole body had come to life.

Although he chatted with Fu Zhaozhao from time to time on the road, the topics they talked about were too fantasy, making him seem a little out of sorts.

Now after feeling the fireworks in the world, I have a real feeling.

Fu Zhaozhao ignored Zhang Quan's emotion and went to the alley alone, and then got into a small and old-looking shop.

As soon as I walked in, I smelled a faint scent of sandalwood. There were various fragrant candles inside, and it looked like an ancient coffin shop.

Fu Zhaozhao took off the small bell on his waist and the shed spider shell in the bag, slapped it on the table, and shouted: "Boss, it's time to buy something."

The next moment, the navy blue door curtain was lifted, and a woman in a cheongsam swayed out.

Looking at the things on the table, the woman checked the bell, then turned it aside, and her eyes fell on the spider's skin.

She picked it up and sniffed it gently.

"It's a good thing. Where did you get it?" the woman asked.

Fu Zhaozhao seemed to be in a good mood, his eyes narrowed with a smile, "It's all done in the mountains."

Upon hearing this, the woman stared at her for a while, but didn't say anything unnecessary. She just put away the spider skin, raised her eyebrows and asked, "What do you want to change?"

"Ling Bao Zhu."

"That thing is not easy to handle. I don't have much left," the woman said.

Fu Zhaozhao didn't care: "Then exchange it for ready-made ones first, and exchange the rest for something of equal value for me. Keep an eye on it for me later, and prepare more if you have any."

(End of this chapter)