This could definitely not be any normal scene.
Rong Qing narrowed his eyes, holding the pendant at his neckline warily, the other hand reaching for the small knife in his pocket, but he touched his phone first.
The moment he lit up the screen, the spider lurking nearby pounced on him in an instant.
Rong Qing thrust his hand back, the knife's blade slicing through the soft belly, vile liquid splashed out, yet Rong Qing's eyes widened as his calm expression shifted slightly.
As he watched, a hand emerged from inside the spider's belly. The hand, which had been moving quickly towards him, seemed to get scalded by an invisible barrier, quickly changing direction, snatching away the phone Rong Qing hadn't had time to pick up.
Rong Qing's brows furrowed as he watched the bizarre creature close at hand, but he was not afraid.
It was only that he was too young, and even though he had learned many means of self-protection, he was not able to directly confront such strangeness.
