Robot...
Huang Dao looked down at his own hands. If he really were a robot, it would be impossible not to notice. The only possibility is...
Behind him, under the white light, a massive shadow appeared.
Huang Dao pulled back his thoughts and turned around to look. Above, a giant spider was slowly descending along its silk, about the size of three adults. The spider was gray-black overall, but its surface seemed to have a flowing oily film, which became multicolored under the illumination of the white light, like oil paint.
After observing for two seconds, Huang Dao suddenly realized that in his line of sight, the center part of the spider seemed to disappear out of thin air, leaving only eight spider legs hanging on the silk.
"Dark Night knocks on the shell without awakening, making people confused, shouldn't have left... hiss... unable to weave the web, fragments missing, find Zhi Zhu, beautiful dangerous sphere..."
