章 347: Chapter 347: Heart (Please Subscribe, Bookmark, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

He Ao watched as his older brother departed.

Their mother slowly propped herself up from the bed, the icy synthetic quilt covering her frail body. Her eyes were already somewhat clouded as she slowly reached out, her somewhat cold hand gently grasping He Ao's fingers,

"It's okay, child, everything will get better."

Sunlight streamed through the crude window, casting itself upon He Ao's cold cheeks.

Like a cold wind scraping across his face.

He suddenly jerked to the side, dodging the incoming arthropod limb. The surrounding scene instantly shattered, and he looked up at the gigantic white spider before him.

His hands were firmly stuck to the rocks by the spider silk, glowing faintly with a red hue.

Records by the Wilderness Wanderers on Blood Spiders are scarce because those who have seen them are mostly dead.