Fairy’s Box

Fluorescence penetrated the darkness, leaving dark red spots in the air, and the huge body was shrouded in shadows. Only from the ugly outline and eight curved limbs, its species, the spider, could be seen.

"..."

Derek instinctively sensed danger, and pricked up his ears to listen to the surrounding movement.

A long, curved black limb protruded slowly from behind the rock, and the hard, pitted shell had a metallic sheen, and the surface was covered with clumps of rough black hair, more than nine feet long.

The cobwebs were laid on the ground, allowing it to crawl silently and quickly, and soon the ugly head connected to the chest cavity was exposed, and the pincer-like front feet were constantly rubbing rapidly in the air, obviously feeling the taste of the feast.

"..."

Old Hank squeezed the dagger in his hand and approached the cheap son little by little. When he saw the giant spider's forefoot move, he immediately waved a sword wind, and at the same time, he stepped forward and ran fast on the ground paved with spider silk.

clang--!

The giant spider's head suddenly burst out with a mass of sparks, and immediately stretched out its long joints, moving its body quickly on the elastic ground, and ran over the old tomb robber like a road roller.

After narrowly escaping, Derek rolled and crawled to the wall of the cave, pressed his body against the wall, and then looked around for the weapon he had in hand.

Old Hank was very agile at this time. Seeing the spider rushing over, he suddenly leaned forward and escaped from the gap between the spider's feet.

boom--!

The giant spider suddenly stopped and rushed forward, and its eight limbs were on the ground.

"Come on!"

The old tomb robber ran to the cheap son, pulled his arm, and was about to rush out of the cave. At this time, the belly of the giant spider lifted up, and a bunch of silver threads flew out of the spinner and shot at Derek's back.

The young man felt a smothering blow on his back, and then a strong pulling force came from behind, pulling his entire body up into the air and flying towards the giant spider in the distance.

The monster grabbed the prey with two pairs of forelimbs, spit out the spider silk, and turned swiftly and incoherently until Derek was completely wrapped in the spider silk, like a silver cocoon.

"Son! Damn it!"

Old Hank quickly stopped, holding the dagger in both hands and aiming at the giant spider. After a stalemate for a while, the monster raised its front feet like a toothed sickle, and the torn airflow swooped forward.

Click-!

The old tomb robber struggled to hold its front feet, and his legs continued to grab the ground, but his body was pushed by the opponent and kept sliding backwards.

No matter in size or strength, he fell behind, and the spider pincer-like limbs slowly approached. Old Hank lost his footing when exhausted. He stumbled and slipped back dozens of yards in a row. A pair of leather mountain boots under his feet quickly Friction smoked.

The giant spider lifted up from its mid-air abdomen, and the ugly part of the tiny end wriggled, and a black needle-like object protruded from it, and then grew longer and longer, and suddenly flew up and swept toward the person in front of him like a long whip. prey.

呲——!

Old Hank, whose whole body was fighting against the thrust of the spider, was unable to dodge at all. He could only really watch as a needle-like object stabbed into his shoulder.

"Ahhh!"

With a scream, the old tomb robber finally lost the strength to resist, and his entire body was thrown high by the giant spider and smashed heavily on the stone wall.

Before the prey landed, a silvery spider silk wrapped around him, wrapped in a thick cocoon, and hung on a spider web in the innermost part of the cave.

...

A round stone wall...a terrifying high platform...a strange ritual...

Old Hank felt as if he was floating in the clouds, with countless thick intertwined pipes extending infinitely forward with him, and a group of flowing pictures flashed from time to time in front of him.

For some reason, looking at those fast-moving pictures, the old tomb robber subconsciously felt a familiar feeling, he had never seen it before, but it seemed like he had experienced it himself.

After an unknown amount of time, old Hank woke up leisurely, opened his eyes, and suddenly felt dizzy. To find yourself suspended on the net with a dozen yards of space under your feet, the feeling of falling at any moment is enough to make any brave person tremble.

The light in the depths of the cave is very weak, but the old tomb robber can see everything clearly. There is a sharp stone standing on the ground, and the broken stone pattern is clearly discernible. Scattered around are the skeletons of various animals, from small chickens, ducks, and dogs to large horses, cows, deer, and even people, all spread out on the ground equally.

"Derrick, are you there?"

Old Hank whispered to his cheap son. Although this son was stupid, stupid and timid, he was still a son, and he was more filial, and he did not abandon him at a critical time.

"I'm... I think we're dead." A frustrated voice came from the young man beside him.

He turned his head along the sound, and Derek was hanging beside him with his head drooping. Except for his bleak expression, he didn't look injured.

"It doesn't seem to mean to hurt us for the time being." The old tomb robber felt relieved when he saw that he and his cheap son were still alive.

"I think it treats us as a reserve grain. I'm not hungry now, so I don't eat it. It won't be sure after a while." I figured out why I still died.

"There is a chance when you are alive. Let me tell you, when I was robbing tombs, I was more unlucky than now, and I didn't turn the tables in the end. So, be positive, even if you do illegal activities, you must Have a sunny mentality... oops!"

Old Hank rambled, preparing to instill a little life experience in him, when suddenly there was a colicky pain in his chest, and the body wrapped in the spider silk convulsed, and he swallowed the words in pain.

"Are you OK!"

Although Derek couldn't see it, he could hear Papa Cheap's pain from his voice.

"I seem to be poisoned."

The old tomb robber only remembered at this time that he had been stabbed by a spider with a poison needle before, and the body wrapped in the spider web did not feel at all, which was obviously a sign of the toxin spreading to the whole body.

Speaking of which, I was really unlucky. I formed a gang and pulled two unreliable accomplices. I ran into evil spirits in tomb raiders, and encountered monsters in refuge. I recognized a cheap son and cheated my father. Forest.

At this moment, he was parasitized and poisoned again, and his death was imminent, and the cheap son he had just recognized also wanted to accompany him.

It is equivalent to the scene where the white-haired man sends the black-haired man to the stage at the same time. He has suffered for most of his life, shaving and eating from the coffin of the dead, but the money he earned has not been spent. If I die, I don't even have an heir, and looking at the virtue of eating spiders, I guess I won't leave a whole corpse...

Miserable!

Thinking about it, old Hank came from his heart and wanted to write seven miserables on the ground with tears in his eyes, but his body was unconscious, and he suddenly felt even worse.

"Ah, ah, I'm so miserable!" The old tomb robber burst into tears and burst into tears.

Derek saw that he was crying and his nose was sore, and he felt deeply, how could he be so miserable, the first time he went out to do something bad, but took his life.

"I'm so miserable too!" The young man burst into tears.

Wrapped in a cocoon and hung on the spider web, the old and the young couldn't help themselves, as if singing a high-pitched voice, crying one after another, the cobwebs rippling along with them.

The giant spider curled up on the ground ignored them, didn't it just cry when it was about to die?

Crying and crying, old Hank suddenly felt more and more stuffy in his chest, and his throat was itchy and uncomfortable.

"Um?"

After the old tomb robber spat out the sticky substance, he suddenly felt a lot more relaxed in his chest. Not only did his chest feel a lot better, but his whole body numbness was gradually disappearing.

"Dad, why do you vomit when you cry?" the young man asked with tears in his eyes.

"I don't know...but I feel much better now."

Old Hank glanced at his vomit with a probe, and his scalp suddenly felt numb, and the sticky mass was actually parasites crawling around each other.

"Sometimes crying can really relieve stress." Derek, who didn't know the inside story, echoed stupidly.

"I think I'm saved."

Old Hank tried to move his limbs to regain consciousness, feeling indescribably energetic.

At this moment, in the tomb robber's body, the toxin of the spider poisoning its prey is running down the blood, and the parasites that change his body structure are frantically strengthening the host's function while struggling to contend. In the end, even sacrificing the same kind to take the initiative to absorb toxins, it still loses vitality in spasm.

In desperation, the parasite can only obey the survival instinct, rush to the throat, and then, once again, is excreted by the body's owner.

"Cough cough cough..."

This vomit, the old tomb robber felt that his spirit and physical strength were a little more vigorous, stretched his limbs, and gradually doubled the size of the cocoon.

"Why did you vomit again?" Derek felt something was wrong this time. Could it be that his cheap dad had a poisonous attack, he was going to die.

"The more I vomit, the better my condition is. I won't lie to you."

Old Hank gave the other party an intuitive answer, and then there was a tingling in his chest, as if thousands of ants were biting, this feeling quickly spread to his throat, and there was another burst of wild vomiting when he opened his mouth.

Large clumps of parasites poured out of his mouth like boiled noodles, and clumps of parasites splattered on the ground below, spasmed and bounced a few times, and gradually stopped moving.

This time, the old tomb robber excreted all the parasites and most of the toxins from his body.

And thanks to the transformation of the parasite's dying struggle, his current body has far surpassed that of ordinary people. Not only has he recovered from his vitality to the most energetic period, but his strength has reached the level of a third-order warrior. sequelae.

This level of enhancement is far beyond the previous monster Jeffrey. It can be said that the parasites sacrifice themselves to become the pinnacle of the host.

"Hey hey, are you alright?"

The young man was really panicked this time. Although it was a helpless act to recognize his father before, he didn't want this cheap father who took good care of him to die here now.

"I'm fine!"

The old tomb robber's voice was full of energy, the muscles of the whole body swelled, the bones made a violent sound, and he roared with explosive force:

"I feel like I'm full of power now!"

Accompanied by the vibration of the sound waves, the spider silks that bound his body were broken like broken leather.

The giant spider lying on the ground suddenly raised its head, moved its legs, and slowly stepped back. It retreated to the bottom of the cave, and its two front legs were constantly waving and fighting in the air, obviously feeling some kind of threat.

The giant black-faced spider was also very confused at the moment. How could the moaning and dying prey suddenly become powerful, and there was a faint smell of the same kind on him.

The old Hank, who had regained his freedom, landed easily, in a strange posture, his limbs stretched out on the ground, and he slowly approached the monster in the distance.

He has a faint feeling that he is stronger than the other party now, and the performance of the giant spider just now seems to prove this.

After a while of confrontation, the old tomb robber obeyed his instincts, raised his hands and rushed over, with the heavy stamping of his legs, the ground creaking like a broken cobweb.

The giant spider had no choice but to wave its forelimbs in a desperate fight.

Snapped--!

Old Hank grabbed the forelimb of the giant spider, his arms continued to increase strength, and the pincer limb that was stronger than steel was forcibly broken into two sections.

The injured monster shot a silvery spider silk, and its hind limbs hooked on the rough rock, crawling in the air on the vertical rock wall, and quickly faded away.

The old tomb robber instinctively raised his right hand and aimed it at the top of the cave. With a "chi" sound, a white silk thread flew out from his wrist and stuck to the back of the giant spider.

"Get me down!"

Old Hank grabbed the spider silk he shot, and squatted down heavily. The four pairs of arthropods of the giant spider immediately left a string of whitish marks on the top of the cave.

boom--

The giant spider smashed to the ground like a meteor, and after bouncing for a while, it was about to continue to struggle. A line of silvery spider silk shot from a distance, entangled its eight long legs one by one, and wrapped it into a large size. Silkworm cocoons.

"Hahaha, let you also taste the taste of being wrapped."

The old tomb robber laughed arrogantly, and slowly circled around the giant spider's body, admiring the miserable state of the other party.

"Who can tell me what happened? Dad, where are you?"

Derek looked around in confusion. Although he couldn't see anything, he could hear the sound of the fierce fight just now, as if his cheap dad seemed to have won the fight.

"I'm right below you, and I've cleaned up that big spider." While talking, Old Hank found the dagger he had dropped earlier, stood up straight, and threw it at the spider silk hanging from his cheap son.

Whoosh-!

The bright cold light cut off half of the spider silk, and the young man only had time to let out a miserable cry, and then fell to the ground along the elongated spider silk.