Full-Time Magister: Rebirth of Mo Fan as the Primordial Evil Phoenix

Chapter 56 Female Spider

Mo Fan had barely finished speaking.

Zhao Manyan and Bai Tingting suddenly stopped in their tracks.

Zhao Manyan followed Mo Fan's gaze and saw several clumps of reeds, about half a person's height, trembling slightly beside a patch of blackened puddles.

"Where?" he asked in a low voice.

Mo Fan didn't reply, but his gaze fell on the muddy area where the water met the mud, and his eyes gradually turned cold.

The air seemed to suddenly tighten.

Bai Tingting even held her breath, staring intently at the reeds, not daring to blink.

one second.

two seconds.

Three seconds passed.

Apart from the rustling of the wind through the reeds, nothing else happened ahead.

The dark, shallow water remained calm, without even a noticeable ripple.

Zhao Manyan frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "You didn't see wrong, did you?"

Bai Tingting clearly took Zhao Manyan's words to heart, and her anxiety eased slightly.

She whispered, "Could it be a fish or some small creature that bumped into the reeds..."

Mo Fan did not respond.

But just as Bai Tingting breathed a sigh of relief and was about to take a step forward...

Crash!

The once calm shallow water suddenly exploded!

A dark gray shadow, covered in mud, burst forth, carrying a strong, muddy smell, and rushed straight towards the three of them!

Bai Tingting's face turned pale instantly, and she subconsciously took two steps back.

She didn't see what it looked like until it broke the surface of the water.

It was a kind of extremely ugly demon.

It was about half a meter long, but its limbs were exceptionally thin and long. There were densely packed small hooks between its palms and soles. Its back was slightly hunched, and its whole body was soaking wet. Its skin looked like it had been soaked for a long time, grayish-white, and covered with a layer of sticky blisters.

Its head was even uglier, with bulging eyes and a mouth that stretched almost to its ears, inside which a row of fine, sharp teeth grew haphazardly, like broken needles.

The most disgusting thing is that when it pounces out, it makes a strange "gurgling" sound from its throat, as if water is stuck in its throat.

This was the first time Bai Tingting had seen such a face up close, and for a moment her scalp tingled.

"It's charging at us!"

"Don't panic," Mo Fan said, only two words.

The moment he raised his hand, lightning crackled in his palm.

"Annihilation—Thunder Seal—Python Mark!"

A dark arc of electricity suddenly shot out and struck the wetland monkey with a crack.

The demon's entire body stiffened instantly, its movements visibly faltering, a patch of charred blackness bursting from its skin, and it let out a shrill, eerie scream.

With a few twitches, it stopped moving.

"What the hell is this thing—" Zhao Manyan's lips twitched.

"Wetland ghost monkeys." Bai Tingting's tone was still clearly a little flustered. "Servant-level, they like to hide in shallow water and reeds to ambush people."

Zhao Manyan looked at the still-smoking corpse and couldn't help but click his tongue.

"She's so ugly, I almost threw up my dinner from last night."

Bai Tingting nodded subconsciously, but then felt that agreeing with Zhao Manyan was not very elegant, so she quickly pursed her lips.

Mo Fan had already walked over, squatted down, and poked the wetland monkey with a stick.

The charred corpse was turned over, its wet belly facing upwards, emitting an even more foul stench.

Zhao Manyan subconsciously leaned back.

"You really have the guts to do that."

"A coarse willow winnowing basket or a fine willow sieve, who in this world dislikes the ugliness of demons?" Mo Fan said calmly. "Even a servant-level creature can fetch some money."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Manyan immediately moved even closer.

"People actually buy these things?"

"Even if it's ugly, it's still demon material." Bai Tingting added softly, "The Hunter Association will make a unified valuation, and some research institutes will also collect wetland demon samples."

Zhao Manyan clicked his tongue and nudged the corpse with his toe.

"How much is this worth?"

"I don't know, I rarely see anyone collecting this kind of thing," Bai Tingting replied.

Mo Fan's gaze fell on the wetland monkey's claws, and his brows furrowed slightly.

The claws were stuck with a lot of blackened mud, mixed with some broken white threads.

Not only that, but there were also several old wounds on the outside of its forelimbs, as if it had been repeatedly cut open by something, with the skin and flesh rolled up, but it had never completely healed.

Mo Fan stood up, looked up at the intertwined water plants and reeds deeper in the wetland, and his eyes darkened.

The three of them treaded lightly and slowly ventured into the dark, shallow water.

The deeper you go, the quieter it becomes.

The mud underfoot was getting softer and softer, and when you stepped on it, it made a sticky "plop" sound, as if there was something rotten buried underneath.

Bai Tingting felt increasingly uncomfortable as she walked, and subconsciously moved closer to Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan.

"Isn't it too quiet here?"

No one answered her.

Because just a short distance ahead, behind a patch of low-lying water plants, there was a faint, whitish thing hanging there.

Zhao Manyan narrowed his eyes, about to move closer, when Mo Fan suddenly raised his hand, signaling him to stop.

Through the gaps in the crisscrossing reeds, they finally saw the scene there.

In the low-lying wetland ahead, there is a large patch of crisscrossing white silk.

The silk threads were not white; instead, they looked as if they had been repeatedly soaked in muddy water, with a grayish-yellowish turbid color. They clung wetly between the reeds and withered branches, layer upon layer, weaving a half-suspended, half-collapsed nest.

In the center of that murky netting lay a dark shadow the size of a small truck.

Bai Tingting only glanced at it before her breath hitched slightly.

It was a terrifyingly large female spider.

Its upper body lay low in the mud, its eight legs deeply embedded in the surrounding silt, while its abdomen bulged high, swollen to the point of being almost deformed, like a dark purple fleshy sac that had been forcibly stretched.

The abdominal skin was stretched taut and shiny, and in some places it was so thin that it was almost transparent. You could vaguely see tiny outlines slowly wriggling inside, occasionally bulging the surface slightly before sinking back down.

With each contraction, a wet, sticky, and muffled squeezing sound emanates from the nest.

Plop—Gurgle—

It was as if some living thing covered in sap was being pushed out little by little from the depths of flesh and blood.

A murky white mucus dripped down its belly, into the muddy water, spreading out in circles of milky white slurry.

The stench in the air, which was originally just a mixture of rotten water and decaying grass, gradually changed, taking on an indescribable warm, sweet, and pungent smell that made one's stomach churn.

Zhao Manyan's expression also changed.

"What the hell is this?!"

Mo Fan didn't speak, but his gaze was fixed on the female spider.

There was also a much smaller male spider there.

It was only a few meters from the nest entrance, yet it crawled extremely slowly, as if instinctively resisting every step forward. Strangely, it did not retreat; instead, it continued to inching closer to the female spider.

Its legs were trembling, and clear mucus kept dripping from its mouthparts. Its abdomen was also twitching slightly, as if it were in fear or struggling.

But the body ultimately defied all survival instincts and obediently crawled under the female spider's belly.

Bai Tingting's pupils contracted, and her voice tightened.

"Has it been captured?"