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Chapter 63: Which Way To Die? (February Pass)(2/2)

"ah--"

The screams attracted people's attention.

The housekeeper asked: "Guest, where do you want to go?"

"I...I want to go..." The little man on the ground huddled up.

Everyone thought it was a half-year-old boy who was frightened, and a woman couldn't bear to help him.

The little man jumped up suddenly, grabbed the woman's neck, and threatened the spirit: "Let me go, or I will kill her!"

Only then did everyone see his appearance clearly. His rosy skin looked like that of a young man, and his uneven bones gave him a strange feeling of age.

The housekeeper was unmoved. This woman had nothing to do with it.

The little man discovered this and spoke out to incite: "The duty of Siye Mansion is to protect the people, but now it does not care about the life and death of the people. Hahahaha, I think this Siye Mansion is the real place where filth and evil are hidden. It is better than those outside. The demons and ghosts are even more terrifying, and there may be more dead bones buried under this house than the number of people who died today."

Housekeeper: "Don't talk nonsense, I don't eat dead people."

Everyone was terrified.

If you don’t eat the dead, why don’t you eat the living?

The little man also shuddered, and the next second countless tiny golden particles spilled from his sleeves.

At first glance, I thought it was gold sand, but when it fell to the ground, the golden particles stretched out into mini spiders.

The nearest little spider crawled onto the woman's body and bit her skin, causing it to grow in size visibly to the naked eye.

Seeing this deadly spider again, everyone dispersed and ran away screaming.

"Ah-uh."

A crack in the ground appeared again and swallowed up a bunch of these little spiders.

Some crawled onto people, and clay hands sprouted from the ground. They grabbed the little spiders with two fingers on the people.

Gulu~

The man who had the spider on his body snatched away by muddy hands cried without tears: "..."

I don’t know whether it would be worse to be bitten to death by a spider monster, or to be scared to death alive.
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