In the beginning, they were as big as a palm or a fist, but as time passed, they grew smaller, until at last, they were as inconspicuous as a fingernail.
"Yikes—"
Tong Hua subconsciously pushed her chair back a little.
At this moment, Ji Jue was surrounded by large and small eerie spiders. The density was enough to make anyone with a fear of insects scream on the spot.
The spiders, which had inherited the agitation and ferocity of the residual spirit, were barely able to suppress their urge to attack and devour Ji Jue's soul. Yet, the moment they crawled onto his body, they seemed to catch fire and hastily retreated, wanting to maintain a distance. However, constrained by the bell, they couldn't escape.
"Record book."
Ji Jue reached out his hand, "Give me two sheets, ordinary ones are fine, but they should be more stable."
