Chapter 199: Burning Cobweb

I was stared at my back with a chill, and the words were a little trembling: "Ha, Harold, the ghost face spider you are talking about...how big is it?"
Harold was paying attention to everything around him. He listened to my question and said casually: "I am as tall as one and a half, how big...very big, it is not a problem to bite the smaller half of the body."
"Oh, that doesn't seem to be the case," I murmured.
"What did you say?" Harold did not hear clearly.
"I said, what I saw just now shouldn't be the one you mentioned" I raised my voice a little and said.
Harold sighed and said, "You have to be careful. There should be many ghost-faced spiders hovering here. Once they conflict with them, it will cause us unimaginable trouble."
Withdrawing his gaze, he no longer looked at the ghost-faced spider, and the ghost-faced spider seemed to be unsure of our strength, so he gave up his gaze, shook its fat body, hung down again, and buried it in the rock.
The group of people moved forward cautiously, and they didn't encounter any ghost-faced spiders that suddenly came out of the way along the way, and came to the first fork unimpeded.
There are a total of three tunnels at the fork, and the entrance to each one is the same dim, but without the flash of fireflies.
I think this should be as it should be, there will never be ghost-faced spiders standing at the door stupidly, let the adventurer discover it.
Harold did not hesitate to choose the middle one and walked in first, and we followed closely behind.
The corridor does not extend straight, and there are many twists and turns in the middle.
Harold, who led the way, was cautious and vigilant every step he took.
Yura whispered to me: "This road we have traveled before. Be safer."
I nodded and praised Harold's cautious behavior in my heart.
The corridor is getting wider and wider, and soon, it will be enough for several of us to pass through in parallel.
Compared with the outside, it is more humid and sultry, and the light is dimmer. On the surrounding walls, you can vaguely see some white flowers on the walls, like paper pulp.
But when I took a closer look, I realized that these were not pulp at all, but ghost-faced spiders.
A mage girl seemed to be walking a little boring. She picked up her magic wand and muttered a little. With a soft pop, a small spark flew from the tip of the wand and went straight to the white spider web.
The moment it touched the spider web, there was a soft whistle, the sparks died out, and the spider web stuck on the rock wall was burned to ashes.
Jura saw me watching the magicians burn the webs with scorching eyes, and said to me: "These are the small actions allowed in the team to pass the boring time, but only for the magicians."
"Then how do adventurers from other professions pass the time?" I asked.
"Watch the magicians' performance."
She lifted the magic wand, and a small light red spark flew from the head of the wand, poofing, burning a spider web on the roof to ashes.
Pooh!
I spit out a few mouthfuls and vomited the falling ashes cleanly.
Yula looked at me with interest and kept silent.
"Is the raw roasted cobweb delicious?" she asked me.
"Why don't you try it?" I said bitterly.
"Ladies can't eat casually" she retorted me solemnly.
"Ladies won't just burn the spider webs above their heads..." I retorted without mercy.
With just a few sentences, the highly tense atmosphere in the team has been reduced by half.
"It's almost time to exit."
Harold whispered in front of me, and I couldn't help but feel refreshed.
Although Harold said before, the mutant ghost-faced spider is tall, big, and has a strength no less than eleventh level, but faintly, I always look forward to seeing this thing, even if it’s not big. , It is also good to raise your horizons.
"It looks like you are very excited, brother" Yura started to laugh at me in a low voice again.
"Don't be funny, I'm scared to death, where is the excitement?" I said, forcibly pretending to be disappointed.
"Do you want to hide your sister?" Yula leaned closer, and said in my ear: "In just a moment, I felt your killing intent."
"It's so magical, even the killing intent can be sensed, it really deserves to be Harold's adjutant, anyway, great!" I gave a thumbs up.
"You turned the subject off again" Yura sighed and walked back to her original position.
Out of the tunnel, it was another open area, but it was still hot and humid, and still dim.
The foreheads of a few weaker magician girls were already sweating. They took out the handkerchiefs from their pockets, wiped them gently, and then stuffed them back.
At this moment, I suddenly remembered something and asked Yula: "Why are there no followers in the team?"
Yola shook his head: "For this kind of dangerous battle, usually without followers, it is easy to become a drag."
After finishing speaking, she looked at me and said: "I thought you knew it. It turned out that you only discovered it. However, listening to your tone, it seems that you are not very familiar with the followers. It will not be... There are no followers in your team, right?"
I was about to say that the follower in the team was a beetle monster, but I stopped talking. Even if I said this, would she believe it?
It is estimated that throughout the ages, I have never seen a squad that drove the beetle monster as a follower in the city.
At my silent stall, Yura spoke again: "Oh, I forgot, you used to be alone, right?"
I took the opportunity to nod.
"It's really pitiful," Yura said: "It's certainly not easy to be a fighter and a follower."
"It's not easy" I admitted.
"Would you like to join your sister's ranks, sister, I can help you introduce many younger sisters, how about being your followers?"
It’s hard to imagine that Yula, with a poker face, said the ‘brilliant words’ that can only be said when the coquettish old man pulls a guest.
At this moment, I was stunned by her words.
"Ha, ha ha" I laughed a few times and said, "Thank you, it's not troublesome."
"What's the matter, are you afraid that you can't hold it?" Yula continued to tease me: "It's okay, if you really can't hold it, you can marry home. Don't worry, there is a captain covering you, even if you marry more than a dozen wives. No one will say that you are not..."
Cough!
Harold couldn't help it, and coughed a few times to stop Yura's next crazy words.
"Hey" I sighed: "It's not what you think, in fact, I, in fact, I already have three beautiful fiancees, and...all of them are pretty sturdy, in short, your kindness I feel it."
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