"The Spider Mark on Master Yang's face is a type of rebounding Curse Technique?"
As my words fell, heavy and distinct.
Vapors of black qi began to emit from the cloaked man's body, his lips curling to the position of his ears, "The Spider Spirit Curse is a secret technique of my sect. You actually know of it? I underestimated you!"
The man's mouth was truly wide, filled with ghastly white teeth.
It was frightening to behold, like a monster that eats children.
No wonder he wore a cloak over his face; he must be extraordinarily ugly.
"I don't recognize the Spider Spirit Curse. I am merely not as you anticipated, relying on some Mysterious Art to kill the innocent," I replied.
Without hesitation, I took off the hairpin stuck in my hair, and my strands of hair fell loose, gently fluttering in the indoor draft.
At this moment, a chill seeped into my heart. Although I had never heard of the Spider Spirit Curse,
