Si Yuan was a little obsessed with the other kind of keen tactile perception that was completely different from the human body. All subtle changes in the surrounding environment could not escape the spider's tactile perception.
"The spider sense is really scary..."
"This terrible tactile perception is far beyond that of humans."
While controlling the body of this big-bellied spider, he could still clearly feel his original body.
That strange feeling.
It was as if his main consciousness always existed in his own body, and only a trace of his consciousness entered the body of the big-bellied spider, taking its place and controlling it.
"When used, this thing is more like a very special kind of puppet."
"You can freely control it as your mind changes."
"I wonder if this thing has a control limit distance?"
This key question comes to mind.
Si Yuan immediately controlled the eight spider legs, crawled crookedly to the tips of his fingers, and then used his not-so-skilled talent for spitting spider silk to stick one end of the spider silk to his fingertips.
He himself quickly slipped to the ground with the help of spider silk.
"The feeling of spinning spider silk is so strange. I always have the illusion that my body is being squeezed dry and hollowed out."
Calm down your mind and stop thinking wildly.
Si Yuan controlled the body of the big-bellied spider and began to run in a straight line on the dirt road, running farther and farther.
Until the spider's legs feel so weak that it can't run.
He could still clearly perceive his own body, which was no different from before.
"Is it infinite distance control? Or did I not reach the control distance limit?"
Opening his eyes, Si Yuan ran forward quickly along the dirt road, his steps were light and vigorous, and his purpose was clear, heading straight for his other spider body.
He lowered his head slightly and looked at the big-bellied spider that was almost paralyzed on the ground.
He was thoughtful.
"I wonder what impact my own body will have if the Death Puppet's body is destroyed?"
Lift your foot and step down decisively.
"Bah...!"
The round belly of the big-bellied spider was suddenly stepped on and exploded.
The foul-smelling juice stained the soles of the shoes and the soil, making it increasingly difficult to see the true identity of the squashed spider head.
"hiss……!"
Si Yuan took a slight breath of air.
Subconsciously, he stretched out his hand to rub his forehead. At the same time that the dead puppet's body was destroyed, he felt a slight headache.
I feel listless and feel like I want to sleep and rest.
But it's not very strong.
"The death puppet's body was destroyed, and it really had a backlash on me."
“But the backlash is still within a safe tolerable range.”
He frowned slightly, made some assumptions, and boldly guessed: "Perhaps... such a slight backlash may also be related to the strength and weakness of the body of this big-bellied spider."
"Furthermore, the Death Puppet was activated by refining and refining it with my internal power, and the internal power was made by refining my own energy, and it itself contains my spiritual imprint."
"Then the fact that I have a headache and want to sleep should be related to slight mental impairment."
"It seems that the dead puppet's body cannot be destroyed casually."
It took six years, until today, to fully explore the function of the birth and death furnace.
Si Yuan felt that all this was very worthwhile.
Only by knowing the basics can we make better use of it.
"The next step is to stay away from the whirlpool of war while continuing to improve myself." No longer hesitating, Si Yuan mobilized his internal strength, strengthened his legs, and strode along the road.
…
…
at dusk.
Si Yuan was walking alone on the mountain road, surrounded by beautiful mountains and clear waters, and the scenery was extremely beautiful.
Coupled with the sunset, it looks even more magnificent.
"There is a tribe nearby. Let's stay here tonight." Looking at the simple map in his hand, Si Yuan carefully examined it and determined his target location tonight.
Putting away the map, he came to the fork in the road ahead.
Decisively left the main road and ran along the narrower branch road.
After a while.
Even though it was still some distance away from the tribe recorded on the map, Si Yuan noticed the green smoke rising into the sky from a distance, and couldn't help but subconsciously touch his belly.
"Spend a little money, just in time to buy some hot soup."
Thinking of the hot soup he was about to eat and drink, Si Yuan's steps became faster.
After arriving at the destination.
But he was keenly aware of something amiss.
"There are horse hoof prints on the ground and the smell of blood in the air. Could it be that civil strife in the country of Yue has already broken out?"
"But judging by the time, King Wujiang of Yue has not been buried yet."
There was a slight hesitation.
Si Yuan decided to go in and take a closer look, hoping to find useful clues.
It would be best if someone can ask anyone alive.
Along the way.
Many wooden houses were on fire, and thick smoke billowed into the sky.
Near every house, there were many dead bodies lying on the ground, including men, women, old and young. It was a complete massacre without leaving any survivors.
The bright red blood stained the ground and walls.
The fishy smell of burnt corpses, mixed with the smell of feces, urine and blood, filled the nearby air, making Si Yuan frown.
"ah……!"
at this time.
There was a scream not far away, but the sound was not too loud.
"There's a situation!"
Si Yuan immediately rushed in the direction of the sound, while taking care to hide the sound of his footsteps.
But after a few breaths.
He came to the place where the sound came from, hid at the back of a house, looked out through the gap, and saw the scene in front of him.
A burly man with a black face, holding a bronze dagger pointed towards the sky.
At the top of the Chang Ge was a little boy of about one or two years old, with immature and short limbs that instinctively twitched and trembled violently, but the extent of his struggle became slower and slower.
The bright red blood flowed down Chang Ge, dyeing Sen Leng's weapons red.
On the ground not far away opposite the strong man, two adult corpses whose faces could not be seen were lying on the ground, bleeding all over the ground. In the pool of blood of the corpses, there was also a little girl about four or five years old sitting.
The dusty clothes and the delicate skin of Xishuang Saixue were stained with blood and mud.
That cute and delicate little face was completely pale at the moment.
"Woooooooo...!"
Big tears fell down from his eyes, washing away traces of the blood spattered on his face.
Those big, watery light blue eyes were filled with intense hatred when they looked at the strong man opposite. But more importantly, they were filled with unconcealable fear.
The immature body sitting in a pool of blood looked more like it was frightened to the point where its legs were weak and unable to stand up.
The strong man flicked it casually.
The body of the little boy who was picked to death at the top of the Changge fell directly next to the little girl.
Then when he was about to step forward and deal with the little girl casually, the black-faced strong man suddenly realized that someone was spying on him. Following the gaze, the strong man turned his head and looked to the side.
They happened to look into each other's eyes with a pair of sparkling eyes.