Ninth Uncle swallowed, lifted his trembling hand, and said in fear, "Doesn't anyone think... that looks like an eyeball?"
Zhao Guo'an was instantly frightened by these words: "It's pitch dark, don't say such scary things, will you?"
The others didn't have such a strong reaction, but they were somewhat affected nonetheless.
It's like a psychological suggestion; if no one mentions it, it's fine, but once someone speaks up, the more you look at it, the more it seems true.
The vertical lines surrounding the "Ruby" and the deep center feel like a bottomless pit, making one's heart palpitate.
Meanwhile, the gigantic spider chasing Lu Yao suddenly began to speed up, seemingly tired of the chase and wanting to end it quickly.
"Ding!"
The spider's leg slammed down, stabbing the ground, as Lu Yao narrowly evaded the hit.
In truth, when people grow accustomed to running at a certain pace, they tend to relax, especially if they're not exerting themselves fully.
