I think since this is the holy land leading to the sacrificial realm in the evil witch religion, the Gu creatures that can settle down here must be existences with special sacred meanings. Maybe the inspiration for the so-called Eight Gu Gods comes from these.
Be transformed into a half-spider, half-human monster.
I saw more and more giants emerging from the cocoon of spider silk. Their bodies swelled up and grew eight spider legs. They were slowly walking towards me. Fortunately, they had just grown into shape now and they were very mobile.
Slowly, even though I was extremely horrified and my feet were almost weak from fear, I still had enough time to adjust my mood, slowly push myself up, and look for the gaps between the monsters.
They seemed to know that they could not catch up with me due to their speed, so they opened their big ravine-like mouths and spat out fishy yellow mucus at me.
My body seems to be immune to cuts and scratches now. I don’t know what all this mucus is for the time being, so it’s better to avoid it.
Because this is a long corridor that leads to darkness, there are not many turns and bunkers to avoid, so I had to roll on the spot, grab a mural from the wall, and block it in front of me. A ball of mucus hit the mural.
Then an unpleasant smell penetrated directly into the nose, and then the mucus quickly condensed on the mural.
After only a few seconds, the fishy yellow mucus completely solidified from colloid to an extremely hard solid, firmly attached to the painting. Even if it was turned upside down, it would not fall from the painting.
Tsk, it’s so scary. If I had been sprayed just now, I would have been stuck to the wall by now, unable to survive or die. I believe these humanoid spiders are definitely not a good thing. Once I am trapped,
Even if it won't be directly cut into pieces, it is very likely that it will be tied up with spider silk like those giant corpses and transformed into an ugly monster bit by bit.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Several more balls of yellow liquid flew from all directions. I didn’t dare to stop with my hands. I picked off several pictures from the walls on both sides and held them in my hands as a disposable shield to block the splashing.
The liquid that comes in feels like playing tennis with someone, but once you lose one ball, you may lose your entire life.
The number of opponents was overwhelming, but the murals on the wall and my physical strength were limited after all. Gradually, I became a little exhausted and received a blow on my shoulder. Although it was not directly stuck to the wall, I still felt a heavy feeling and raised my arms.
It's not very convenient to get up either.
This fatal mistake caused a huge hole to leak out of the defense on my left side, and several more balls of mucus took advantage of the hole. The entire left half of my body was covered with hard gel, and it dripped to my feet, and
The ground was connected together, making it impossible for me to move.
Oops! I waved the mural on my right hand vigorously, trying to make up for the gap on the left. Unfortunately, in my haste, not only could I not completely block the attack from the left, I felt a direct hit on my right cheek, and suddenly there was a flash in front of my eyes.
Hei was a little dizzy and sat down on the ground.
I quickly raised my head and tried to straighten up, but found that the mucus dripping from my right face had flowed to the ground and solidified, like a powerful giant hand, holding my head tightly to the ground.
The material of this gel seems to be somewhat similar to the composition of spider silk itself. If you don't touch it, it just looks stronger and has nothing special about it.
But if you are deeply trapped in it, the harder you struggle to get out, the harder you try to break free. The toughness transmitted and reflected by this non-Newtonian fluid after being stressed can be said to be far superior to any kind of shackles and chains in the world. It cannot be opened manually, which will only make things worse.
And I am now in this dilemma. The liquid that sticks to my body has turned into a natural shackle that is extremely sticky and cannot be pulled away due to my previous struggles, so that it is pulled by the new When the liquid sprayed onto my body, I couldn't even dodge and didn't dare to make any movement.
I heard their footsteps getting closer and closer, and hurriedly bit the tip of my tongue hard. Obviously, as I expected, it still didn't help. No blood came out, giving me the feeling that I was no longer flesh and blood. I don't know where. For a moment it turned into an illusion of a mere doll.
I closed my eyes and waited desperately for those humanoid spiders to come and do something to me. If my body really couldn't be cut open, then they probably wouldn't be able to eat me for sure. I could escape the death penalty, but the order It is unclear what living sins make people shudder when they think about them.
I felt hot and itchy on my body, as if something was blowing at a close distance. I realized that the other party had already come to my side, and I didn’t want to open my eyes. I just hoped that no matter what they wanted to do, they would come first. happy.
However, after a while, I didn’t feel any part of my body being hurt by it, or even being touched very little. I just felt like I was lifted up by a huge force, off the ground, and then slowly carried forward. .
I originally thought that at least I would still be wrapped in layers of silk threads, just like the skinless corpses before, tightly locked in silk cocoons, but apparently these humanoid spiders did not do this kind of behavior, I don’t know. The special treatment given to me is that I am not yet qualified to be a sacrifice to them.
I boldly opened my eyes and looked around. Countless humanoid spiders were like passing a baton. One after another, they raised two pairs of powerful pincers, pinched the solidified mucus on my body, and passed me forward one after another. .
I looked at the murals passing by, and I felt like I was riding in a sedan except that I couldn't move my hands and feet. It was obvious that they had a purpose, probably to transport me to a specific place. That's why they just captured me alive, being careful not to damage me at all, and just hurriedly passing me forward.
The content of the surrounding murals has completely entered the last chapter, describing that the souls in the world pass through the ground after death and come to the underworld, towards the vastest and deepest black, which is also the only path in hell. Light - gathered in the arms of Hades, the surrounding scene became darker and darker, and even the number of spider webs and silk cocoons decreased significantly.
Is it necessary to change the scene again? With the previous experience, I feel uneasy. Is it possible that I will fall from a high altitude again this time? Different from the last time, now I am a human being. For the sake of fish and meat, there is not even a little room for self-protection.
As if in response to my guess, when I was passed to the last humanoid spider, I saw a door suddenly appeared directly in front of me.