"So many people have become vessels for the demon's artifacts."
These living people were wrapped layer by layer in spider silk, and then they were enclosed within.
Suspended from the ceiling, pairs of delicate feet were exposed.
More than ten people were hanging from the ceiling. It was unexpected that there were so many in such a short period.
If a few more days passed, who knew how many more would fall victim.
"Woof woof!"
General Black Tiger barked. Zhao Yan released her grip, and the spider silk slashed across the floor, attacking towards her.
The sound of swishing filled her ears.
Hearing this sound, Zhao Yan felt a sense of foreboding and immediately looked down at her feet.
At some point, a strand of white spider silk had extended and tightly ensnared her feet.
As the spider silk wrapped around her feet, a powerful force pulled from the other end, dragging her body towards the hole beneath the floor.
"Woof!"
General Black Tiger rushed over and bit down firmly on the collar of Zhao Yan's clothes, preventing her from being dragged entirely into the pit.
"Woof!"
General Black Tiger could no longer hold on, watching as Zhao Yan was dragged inside.
"Woof." General Black Tiger ran to the door and clawed at it forcefully.
"It's General Black Tiger!" Lan Jing exclaimed, hearing the commotion inside the house.
The old man peered through the crack in the door, unable to find Zhao Yan inside.
"This is bad, Miss Zhao isn't inside."
"Mr. Li, look, there's so much spider silk in the room."
"Don't panic. If General Black Tiger could avoid this spider silk, how could Yan Yan not? Since she was dragged down, it must have been intentional."
Zhao Yan was dragged beneath the floor by the spider silk.
If she had wanted to dodge, these spider silks would not have been able to trap her at all.
The reason she didn't dodge was that she wanted to see where the demon would drag her.
Falling beneath the floor, she felt a cold wind chill her body.
She braced herself on the floor with her hands, feeling her palms sticky.
She took out a talismans and clapped her hands together.
With a hum, the talisman ignited, forming a small flame.
This flame illuminated the room.
The spider silk beneath her feet became taut, and the force directly pulled her forward.
Immediately, Zhao Yan's body was lifted into the air.
She realized then that the demon wanted to hang her up.
Quickly, she took out her dagger and swiftly cut the spider silk beneath her feet. Her body fell from mid-air, and just as she was about to land, she bent her knees, pushed off the ground, and stood up steadily.
Zhao Yan shone her flashlight around the room.
Earlier, when she was on the floor, she had seen pairs of scarlet eyes.
Now, looking again, apart from the people suspended overhead, there was nothing else.
"It's hiding. It seems to be quite good at concealment."
"But I have ways to make it come out," Zhao Yan said coldly.
She took out two talismans and held them between her fingers.
"Heaven and Earth, begone, foul spirits!"
With a hum, the two talismans in her hands quickly burned.
The moment these two talismans ignited, two streaks of light shot out like long threads.
Zhao Yan followed the two streaks of light, her money sword following suit.
"Don't strike! It's me! It's me!"
A woman emerged from behind the door, looking at Zhao Yan in terror, raising her hands and saying frantically, "Don't strike! It's me!"
"It's Qian Ling, don't strike!"
Qian Ling stepped out, looking at Zhao Yan in a panic.
"I was forced by the demon. I didn't do anything..."
Before Qian Ling could finish, she saw that Zhao Yan's movements had not paused at all, and the money sword continued to surge forward.
The sword strike fell!
Qian Ling's pupils contracted sharply, and she opened her mouth, spitting out several strands of spider silk.
She wanted to block the descending money sword, but the golden light was filled with dense Yang energy.
The spider silk she spat out had no effect whatsoever; it was still cut down.
In the dim environment beneath the floor, the Yang energy emanating from the money sword was the last lingering radiance.
"Ah!"
The sword strike landed in Qian Ling's mouth.
Qian Ling let out a miserable scream.
Although Qian Ling stood in the front, several spider legs were attached to her back.
"How did you see through it!" the demon exclaimed in shock.
The money sword, which had pierced deep inside her, exploded with Yang energy, which flowed into her abdomen.
"Your scent is disgusting, no matter what form you take."
Seeing Zhao Yan approaching, the demon's face showed fear.
The legs behind her retreated, and seeing that she was against the wall with nowhere else to go, her skin began to peel off.
A gentle woman in her twenties knelt with a thud before Zhao Yan.
If she could just hide here for three more days, she would be able to absorb this nourishment.
But before the three days were up, she had actually been found.
Especially feeling the Yang energy emanating from the woman before her.
Even standing still, she could feel as if a great mountain was pressing down on her, making it difficult to breathe.
"Heavenly Master, spare me. This humble one is innocent."
"I had no intention of harming anyone; it was the greed of those people that caused this."
"They wanted wealth, and I gave them wealth. But after receiving the wealth, they wanted more. Their desires are endless!"
"This humble one was merely satisfying them."
"If their hearts were kind, why would they be hanging there? It was their own greed that harmed them; it has nothing to do with me!"
Zhao Yan withdrew her money sword. "Is that so?"
"Then it's my business to strike you, and it has nothing to do with you! Right?"
The demon's face contorted in fear, and she opened her mouth, intending to release countless strands of spider silk.
Before these spider silks could spread, they felt a golden sword qi envelop them.
With a miserable cry.
Half of the demon's body was severed. Originally a foul spirit, this strike completely purified the filth into the heavens and earth.
With a "bang," a stone statue fell from above, rolling to Zhao Yan's feet. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Zhao Yan squatted down and picked up the stone statue, which had shattered into many pieces.
"Miss Zhao, Miss Zhao! Are you alright?"
Several beams of light from flashlights shone down from above. Zhao Yan looked up and saw Lan Jing and the others above.
"I'm fine."
Saying this, a rope was thrown down from above. Zhao Yan grabbed the rope, and they pulled her up.
"This demon was ultimately formed from a soul, without a body, and its cultivation was limited."
"If it had gained a body in a couple more days, the situation would have been different."
Zhao Yan handed over the shattered stone statue.
The old man took the stone statue, threw it on the ground, and smashed it into pieces.
"Compared to demons, humans are more easily swayed. Humans are more dangerous than demons."
"It's better to have fewer of these harmful things."