Chapter 3: A Blind Blow
The temptation of demons was not always effective.
“No,” Oliver didn’t answer. “I have no reason to believe you.”
That wasn’t the answer the parrot expected, so it simply took action. The same golden mantra that it had use back then suddenly started spreading out, pulling out a fat spider from the darkness.
The hanging spider blocked their way. It instinctively curled its eight legs in the air and its abdomen split from the middle, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth and bit in vain in the direction of the parrot. Transparent saliva splattered everywhere, almost spraying all over Oliver’s body.
Subordinate demonic spider-dogs were as common in the forest as ordinary spiders. Their teeth were poisonous, and their saliva was horribly sticky, but they weren’t very difficult to deal it. It was a miracle that this thing had grown to half a meter long, as usually ordinary people would just kill them by whacking them with a shovel.
The next moment, the golden threads suddenly tightened, and the spider-dog disappeared into thin air.
“Does it look familiar?” the parrot clicked its beak triumphantly. However, the two stupid humans were unmoved and ignored it tacitly and continued on their way.
“Ramon… Um, Oliver.” After a few minutes, Nemo couldn’t help but speak, “Are you really not going to listen to it?”
“Demons cannot be trusted.” Oliver said quickly with a stiff tone, as if he was reciting those boring safety regulations. Nemo hurriedly shut his mouth as Oliver didn’t sound eager to talk at this moment.