"Ancestors, where on earth are you hiding?"
Jiang Xiaobai searched in vain, growing increasingly impatient. He swung the branch in his hand and snapped a bush in front of him. The leaves fell, and the elusive seven-legged centipede appeared before his eyes, hiding under the shrubbery, feasting on a cicada.
"Haha, no need to wear out iron shoes in fruitless searching, to find it effortlessly at last."
Jiang Xiaobai was overjoyed, quickly pulling out the rubber gloves he had prepared in advance from his pocket, putting on several layers before daring to make a move.
What he was trying to catch was a venomous Poison Insect whose mere milligram of venom could kill a cow, which is why Jiang Xiaobai had to be extremely cautious.
