When I woke up, I had several bumps on my stomach that felt hard to the touch. What's this? Jiang Qiu sighed. Cyst? Lipoma? Whatever it was, she couldn't get medical attention in time because she still had a damn job. The busy work almost overwhelmed her. She drank an unknown amount of wine with her clients at night before taking a taxi home. She opened her clothes and took a closer look. She saw that the pimple was as big as an eyeball, with something black and hairy on the tip. She reluctantly opened the surrounding flesh and saw clearly what it was.
It's the spider's spinner.
Spin silk, weave webs, hunt... Wrap the shriveled corpses of prey in old nets, and repeat this cycle over and over again.
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Purpose: Fear is one of the driving forces of life
