The little girl in front of them had a sweet and adorable face, blinking her round eyes, black pupils nearly filling her entire eye sockets.
They were pitch-black and deep. Earlier, Wang Bing still thought this little girl was pretty cute—if it were out in the real world, he wouldn't mind stopping to compliment her. Now, in the dungeon, he would watch people die without saving them.
He wasn't sure if this was because he'd acquired the Spider Evil Spirit's skill, or maybe because he'd been betrayed by Zhao Qi once.
He felt himself becoming colder, and more ruthless.
In the face of such a cute little girl, his first gut reaction was actually to crush her to death.
But right now, the way the little girl clung to his neck made him stiff as a board. His body was already shriveled and gaunt; if he reached out, he could touch his own bones, and with each breath, the flesh on his neck moved up and down visibly from the air entering his windpipe.
