It's a strange kind of excitement, and there's a thrill in that excitement like a lamb smelling delicious goat's milk.

The tarantula man is like a lamb, and this fresh milk is naturally me.

I'll go, my brother is obviously a little fresh meat, how can he become a little fresh milk.

I stared vigilantly at the tarantula in front of me as I turned my head to look at the tarantula man.

The reason for me was that this guy would pounce and punch and kick me, but I didn't expect to see this kid and find that this kid was actually dancing with his uncle.

He certainly didn't dance to celebrate his tarantula leaving me where I was, he danced to induce a spell.

There is something special about this dance, with his hands half-raised, as if he was being held at gunpoint.

The two legs are like a toad half-squatting without squatting, the left foot rises, the right foot falls, the right foot rises, the left foot falls, although his body is swinging from side to side, but his head has been stopped there, and has not changed its position.

This image reminds me of a circus clown, except that he doesn't give me the kind of funny feeling that a clown brings, but a burst of fear.

Because I saw that with the crab-like dance of the tarantula man, all the hundreds of tarantulas on his body disappeared.

That's right, it's gone.

Disappeared without a trace,

This kind of scene makes me feel extraordinarily different, although there are not many of the hundred and ten tarantulas, but they are also densely packed, and this is suddenly gone, how can I not be afraid?

What if they suddenly appear at your feet, or in front of you?

Of course, I felt that my worries were unnecessary, and all I could do at this moment was to kill the large tarantula in front of me first.

The reason is very simple, eliminate the other party's living force, so as not to join forces with the other party's human spiders, a tarantula has made me scramble, plus a tarantula man, well, I resolutely can't let such a passive situation appear.

The tarantula man is dancing, this may be my last chance, if I can't run away, I will definitely be entangled by this tarantula man.

But at this time, there is another situation for me to choose, and that is to interrupt the tarantula man's spell casting.

The Tarantula Man's spell-casting process must be very long, because the process of communicating with spirits by dancing is originally very cumbersome, but the more cumbersome the spell, the more powerful it must be.

I don't know if the tarantula man has over-trusted the tarantula in front of him, but he has put all his hope of stopping my escape on this giant tarantula.

But isn't he afraid that I will interrupt him when he casts a spell like this?

Ordinary spell masters will keep a hand for themselves in the process of using spells, and this hand can basically ensure that their spell casting process will not be interrupted.

What is this tarantula man's precautionary job?

My mind raced through it, and I was soon sure that the tarantulas he was guarding against were the tarantulas that had disappeared into nowhere.

Against a pack of baby tarantulas, or against a large tarantula?

I didn't hesitate to choose the latter.

Because of the latter, I have already found its weakness, as long as it opens its mouth again.

It's easy to get it to open its mouth again, as long as I run forward.

Because I wanted it to open its mouth, I ran forward.

Because I ran forward, the large tarantula opened its mouth, and as soon as it opened its mouth, it was a string of crystal clear venom.

Naturally, I wouldn't be poisoned by the venom, just like it had sprayed twice at me before, and this time, I could have dodged the same, but this time, instead of dodging, I made the same spitting motion at the large tarantula.

The so-called way of the other is to give back to the other, if you spit on me, then I will spit on you, and I will get used to it when I spit out.

It spits out venom, and I spit out copper coins.

No, its venom didn't even have time to spit out, a crack had just been revealed in its furry body, and my copper coin had already reached its mouth, and before it could even spit out its venom, my copper coin went down the slightly open slit.

Everything in this world has to respect the law, so I admired Einstein, he was so great that he could come up with such an amazing theory as the theory of relativity.

For example, the large tarantula in front of me, its shell is extremely hard, and even my short sword can only leave a white spot on its body, but the hardness of its shell does not mean that the internal organs covered by its shell are also hard!

According to Einstein's theory of relativity, what is the outside must be soft on the inside.

To put it bluntly, the body wrapped in the hard shell of the tarantula must be a piece of dilute liquid, and the moment my copper coin of avoiding evil entered the body of the tarantula, I saw its body sink sharply with the entry of the copper coin, and its eight legs trembled.

The power of the copper coin is really not small, this tarantula was first pushed back a few times by the eight legs of the momentum, and then the body seemed to be unable to withstand this force, and the whole stomach sank to the ground.

Then it spun around in what seemed to be in great pain, and then it rolled over and lay on the ground, except for the few spider legs that were still slowly extending, as if it had reached the point of dying.

Just dead? No way? I looked at the slowly straightening spider leg on the ground, and suddenly realized that I was thinking too much.

How big can a tarantula, even if it's a large one?

Even if it's big, it's just a spider, and no matter how powerful it is, it's just a spider, and I'm too sensitive.

This tarantula's previous appearance is indeed magical, invulnerable, and can also spray venom.

But after all, it is just a spider, and it has not touched its veins, and it may be a little tricky, pinching its weakness, and it is not vulnerable at all.

I can only blame this tarantula man for making things that are so weird that I have to deal with them carefully.

Now that the tarantula has been cleaned up by me in minutes, I have found a chance to escape, but before I can escape, I will definitely get my shoes back.

With a hand, I pulled out a lighter, lit a yellow paper talisman and threw it on the tarantula.

It's just a simple yellow paper talisman that can be used to quickly ignite an object, and when I was a kid when I started a fire at home, my grandfather used this trick to set the tarantula on fire quickly.

Don't look at the tarantula is so hard, when it touches the fire, no matter how hard the worm is, it will be burned to death.

After a crackling sound, the tarantula was suddenly roasted dry, and burned to the ground in pieces, and I stepped on it, except for the black pile of powder, only my copper coin to ward off evil spirits was left lying on the ground. R1148