"Fuck!"
Mo Guangyuan jumped up, took a closer look, and saw a small spider crawling on its thread, slowly dropping down. If he hadn't paid attention, it probably would have fallen on him soon.
He casually picked up a newspaper from a colleague's desk next to him, wrapped up the spider's silk, and gave the spider a painless death.
Mo Guangyuan sat down, checked the ceiling again to make sure there were no more spiders, and then continued with his headphones on.
The guys in suits on the road were gathering, and he saw Lu Ban arrive amongst the group, seeing the man in a suit in the center who was twitching and struggling.
The suited man let out a hoarse scream, and then, from his throat, a tentacle extended out.
"Hiss—"
Mo Guangyuan took a breath, the performance was too realistic and he deeply empathized with it, feeling as if something was in his own throat too.
No, that felt like something was actually there.
