The spider silk was burned away, not even leaving ashes behind. As Tang Rao freed himself from the constraints, his hair was once again singed to nothing.
Of course, Little Fire Ginseng dared not mention its earlier mishap, and Tang Rao still didn't realize that his head was now bald.
"Big Spider, what did I tell you? I said it would be no problem. Many want to drink my Tang Rao's blood, but you're definitely not one of them."
The Big Spider had nothing to say, because it communicated through action, showing Tang Rao that it wasn't just some pushover to be easily handled.
Except for its mouth, the Big Spider spun webs all over its body. Tang Rao was trapped, unable to move forward or back, and when he tried to dig down, he found that the spider had laid traps underground, waiting for him to walk right into them.
"Looks like you don't intend to let me kill you."
