Chapter 100: The Disgusting Blood Spider

I shut my mouth, but the scorching aura of the Blood Spider quickly burned through my lips. With my mouth puffed up, I walked over to the table.

Zeng Jie’s mouth was agape. “Just now, Ruan Nan used a small snake as an earring, and now this guy is eating poisonous insects… This is Thailand’s most venomous creature…”

Zuo Shan’s eyes were bloodshot. When those Blood Spiders had bitten his manhood back then, they nearly took his life. To raise them until they were crimson and brimming with lethal energy, he had poured endless resources into them. Raising such creatures was costly—otherwise, given Zuo Shan’s status, he wouldn’t be wearing shoes that cost just eight yuan a pair.

Zuo Shan cried out, “Sect Leader, no! Please, have mercy!” But his pleas were useless. He had agreed to perform, and now his prized insects had been eaten. He could only accept defeat.

Dai Hao’s eyes gleamed as he watched the Blood Spider land on the wooden floor, which immediately began to corrode. My clothes were also burned through.

This thing is far deadlier than a cobra… and the most bizarre part is its unnatural, glowing red hue—definitely not something from nature…

I still don’t know how I mustered the courage to do it.

Zuo Shan wailed, “It bit my little stick…”

The Blood Spider thrashed in my mouth, venom spraying wildly. My mind was already going numb as I braced myself against the table and grabbed a half-empty bottle of liquor.

I poured the entire contents into my mouth. The strong, aged liquor was potent enough to be used as disinfectant alcohol. The Blood Spider, already deprived of air in my mouth, was overwhelmed by the flood of alcohol. With my esophagus slick and smooth, it slid down with a *gulp* and was soon submerged in stomach acid.

My stomach is made of iron—no, forged from gold.

Zuo Shan muttered incantations under his breath. The Blood Spider had crawled through many a stomach before, always emerging after reducing its victims to bloody pulp.

Sweat beaded on Zuo Shan’s forehead. No matter how many spells he chanted, the Blood Spider gave no response.

It was as if he were trapped in a nightmare, left with nothing but an endless void. The spider’s consciousness was fading fast.

Zuo Shan couldn’t control his body anymore. He leaned on the table and vomited two bowls of black blood.

Zeng Jie rushed to support him. “Master, are you all right?”

Zuo Shan wiped the blood from his lips. “My little stick… my precious is gone…”

My mouth was severely burned, the Blood Spider digested, and the liquor churned in my stomach. Soon, a strange sensation spread through my limbs and organs.

Dai Hao, watching from the sidelines, poured himself another drink. Smiling, he asked, “Master Zuo, what did you mean by calling that Blood Spider your ‘little stick’…?”

My mouth swelled rapidly, my face contorting grotesquely—worse than when I had been bitten by the spider days ago. My clothes strained against my bloating body.

“Little… stick…” I mumbled.

Zeng Jie blurted out, “That spider bit off my master’s… family jewels!” He had spoken before Zuo Shan could stop him. Furious, Zuo Shan slapped him across the face. “Shut your mouth! How could you say that?!”

This was Zeng Jie’s ten-thousandth slap in recent times. His already swollen face grew even puffier.

He looked at me as if to say, *Brother, having a face like a watermelon isn’t so bad—at least you won’t need an umbrella when it rains.*

I wasn’t sure what I looked like now, but I remembered Wu Zhen’s melon-sized head—an unforgettable sight.

My brain short-circuited for a moment, failing to grasp Zeng Jie’s meaning.

“What’s… ‘family jewels’?” I asked.

Dai Hao poured himself more wine, offering no explanation. Then it hit me—if my assumption was correct, I might as well commit seppuku right now.

A spider king had bitten off Zuo Shan’s manhood. Later, Zuo Shan killed Ruan Jindan—no, Ruan Jinluan. What a strange name. *Golden Egg* would’ve been fine, implying virility, but *Golden Soft*? That just sounded like wasted effort. Naming really matters.

I smacked my head, realizing I’d gone off-topic.

After killing Ruan Jinluan, Zuo Shan took the spider king and raised it as his weapon, turning it into the Blood Spider.

And now, the same spider that had bitten off his manhood was in my stomach.

Something about this felt deeply wrong.

I leaned over the table and vomited violently, expelling all the liquor and wild boar meat I’d consumed. Seeing this, Zuo Shan hobbled over with a makeshift cane. “Sect Leader, move aside… I need to check if my little treasure is still there…”

I covered my mouth but couldn’t stop myself from vomiting all over Zuo Shan’s face.

He wiped himself clean and crouched, meticulously sifting through the mess for any trace of his “little treasure.”

After retching for a while, I finally realized what was so unsettling.

My mouth hurt, but my heart ached even more.

Dai Hao chuckled. “Master Xiao’s skills are truly extraordinary—rarely seen in this world.”

I glanced down at Zuo Shan, still searching through the vomit, only to find nothing—not even a single strand. He collapsed, wailing in despair.

I felt like I’d done something unforgivable to him.

Maybe Zuo Shan was justified in trying to blow me up with a rocket launcher earlier.

Dai Hao consoled him, “Master Zuo, one must look forward. Since there’s nothing left, why not carve a wooden replacement? It’ll serve as a memento…”

Zuo Shan wiped his tears. “Really?”

“Of course,” Dai Hao replied.

Zuo Shan stood, his hands covered in half-digested pork. I wondered—where had the Blood Spider gone?

The answer was simple. The spider existed in a semi-physical, semi-spiritual state. Once in my stomach, its physical form dissolved, and its malevolent energy was likely purged by the Fire Tiger and its companions.

My grandfather’s power was truly formidable.

The Blood Spider had dug its own grave, all because it was too overconfident.

Zuo Shan seemed utterly drained, as if he’d lost his soul.

I tried to comfort him. “As the famous eunuch Hai Gonggong once said, ‘A eunuch is just an incomplete man.’ So you’re still a man! Carve a nice wooden one—it’ll be a keepsake…”

Zuo Shan gnashed his teeth. “Get lost…”

Without his “little treasure,” Zuo Shan seemed to age decades in an instant.

As I spoke, my face slowly deflated. The female soldiers quickly cleaned the floor. Two large lead balls thudded onto the ground—Dai Hao really had peculiar tastes.

I’d heard some female soldiers could crack watermelons with their chests.

Yu Qian approached and asked, “What should we do with this slut?”

Dai Hao grinned. “Send her to Master Xiao’s room.”

The female prisoner’s eyes pleaded with me. Afraid of further trouble, I didn’t refuse. I kept eating and drinking, though my mouth still hurt, and simply sat in the spacious hall.

Soon, Yu Qian rushed in and whispered something to Dai Hao.

Dai Hao nodded with a smile. “Good… good… good…”

He stood and announced, “Perfect, everyone’s here now.”

Zuo Shan, still lost in thoughts of finding a sturdy wooden replacement, paid no attention. My mouth swollen, I rose to leave and rest—digesting the Blood Spider would take time.

Dai Hao stopped me. “Master Xiao, wait. A few people have arrived—let’s all meet together.”

Moments later, Ma Ruoxing, Abe Lips, and A Lang walked in.

I was stunned. Why had they arrived so late? Abe Lips’ face was smeared with strange black paint, and Ma Ruoxing’s straw sandals were worn through.

Abe Lips complained, “If we hadn’t gotten lost, we’d have been here ages ago! Especially during the rainy season—those damned mosquitoes kept biting my ass!”

A Lang laughed. “The roads are terrible. Getting lost is normal.”

Abe Lips scanned the room—an old man weeping, two swollen faces—and muttered, “Everyone here is a big-headed lunatic. *Souka.*”

Dai Hao greeted them. “You’ve all made it.”

Ma Ruoxing glanced at me but didn’t acknowledge me. “Yes. We got lost in the jungle, but we’re here now.”

Abe Lips grinned at Dai Hao. “I’ve missed you, General. You should supply us with more goods… With my sales network in Japan, I can move as much as you send…”

Dai Hao laughed but didn’t commit. “No business talk today. I invited you all here to help subdue my ancestors.”

Abe Lips and Dai Hao had prior dealings and seemed familiar.

Abe Lips eyed Zuo Shan and me. “If you invited *me*, why bother with these two useless fools?” Zuo Shan, still mourning his lost treasure, didn’t even react.

A Lang recognized him. “Isn’t this Master Zuo Shan? Where’s your Blood Spider?”

Abe Lips pointed at me. “And who’s this swollen-faced guy?”

Dai Hao explained, “He can’t speak right now—he just swallowed Master Zuo’s Blood Spider.” Abe Lips and A Lang gaped at me, nearly falling to their knees.

Dai Hao cleared his throat. “Now, the Corpse-Catching Games are about to begin.”