Grand Dad Is The Pervert God

Chapter 151 The Deadly art of the Shadow world 2...

Chapter 151  The Deadly art of the Shadow world 2...

Green legs meant it was full and not hungry. Red meant it was ready to mate, and yellow... oh, yellow...

Like the warning the vigorous shaking of the tail of a provoked and poisonous Rattle snake gave before it stroke, the yellow of its legs was an indication to the world that it was hungry.

That term was very relative one.

It meant that this Spider was ready to sink its teeth in any insect or animal that had the probably taste of FOOD.

It was for this reason that when Ngozi captured it, she did so in a piece of cloth.

This Spider known as the Soul Grinding Spider was a creature that could grow to size of an adult's palm.

If not for their heavy cannibalistic nature as they had a unique taste for their Kindred flesh, they would be many many of them running around the place showing their dominance.

The reason for such a praise of their kind was simply because of their venom.

Ngozi let go the Sider and like dust unsuspectingly landing on a surface, light as a feather, the spider made its graceful landing on the back of one of the unsuspecting fellows.

Like any creature in a sudden new environment, it found itself perambulating the body of the man until it found its neck.

As earlier stated, yellow meant a thirst for blood.

"Ahhh!" he instinctively reacted to the sting of the creature on his neck. Slapping at it like a mosquito.

Was it a successful kill?

Well it looked that way at first.

But the slap attracted the attention of his counter part. After all, they were being targeted by an assassin peeling them off one after the other.

It was at this point that he saw the creature fall from the neck of his colleague.

"Shit!" he exclaimed as he feared for the worse.

Most victims of the Soul Grinding spider in the Jungle were little in size. But for those of them that were not, they formed a different kind of delicacy the spider enjoyed to the suicide of its own death.

The bite was not just the passing of venom into its hosts body. It was the passing of its own soul into the soul of its host.

At a sacrifice of its life, the Soul Grinding Spider enjoys an incredible feast when it bites into a much larger prey.

Sinking into its soul and feasting on it.

It was not long that the man fell on the ground, rolling around in excruciating pain like no other.

Pain from the soul was a different kind. It assaulted the sense, magnifying their responsiveness to their environment and then drowning then in hellish agony.

It was for this reason that the Soul-Grinding Spider had its name.

It grinded at his soul, devouring it like ants did a cube of sugar, it tiny compounding bits.

The man screamed loudly as his fingers tore at his own flesh, digging into his face, chest in a flawed attempt to rid his body of the invader.

But matters of the soul were not physical in the first place.

A proper method of dispersal would be to activate one's soul energy and purge the parasite out with one's own cultivation technique.

But that would require concentration and attention. Both of which the Soul Grinding Spider allowed no room for.

His colleague however immediately sort to help him.

Placing a hand on the victims forehead to activate his soul energy. He was going to flush the Soul of the Parasite out with his own Soul energy.

However, the lady of the night won't allow such. Besides, this made for a perfect opportunity for her to attack the next one.

As expected, her blade appeared.

A sharp stab to the neck and once again, she retreated into the shadows.

When the other Trackers ran over because of the screams, it was already too late.

One had already become a corpse and the other about to join his companion.

This was one of many ways she sent them to the after life.

Using the advantage of the dark and using the tools the Snake forest provided, she ended them one after the other.

Finally, she clenched the knifes in her hands tight as she slaughtered the very last.

His blood flaring into the air like gushing spring.

Ngozi came out of her shadow pool.

It was all finally over.

However, just to be sure, she made a rough check, counting on her fingers all that she had killed.

In total, she had found twenty of them tracking the Carriages.

However, as she counted, she noticed something was wrong.

Just to be sure, she went back and checked the bodies one after the other.

"Did I make a Mistake?" She thought to herself, but her inner thoughts were voiced out loud.

"No! You didn't I am just smarter," a voice replied from seemingly nowhere.

A little Metallic object was thrown towards her side.

*BOOM!*

The Blast took her by surprise.

However, she was able to dodge into a Shadow pool just in time to blast touch her skin.

The shadow pool hurried to behind a thick tree. Of course this was Ngozi in hiding.

"Don't worry, I know how to force you out! Hahahaha!!!"  A feminine chuckle rang out in the forest as two of the same metal objects appeared beside her.

*Boom!*

This time around, they gave such intense light that she was forced out of her Shadow pool.

She had not even gotten herself together when she felt danger approach her.

Instinctively, she moved to the side, and just in time too.

However, the blade might have missed her heart, but still got her back.

it was a deep stab.

"Ahhh!!!" she screamed as she rushed once more into the shadows.

A woman appeared where Ngozi had been. She had a broad smile on her face. This was the same woman that was considered as Taylor's right hand woman and Sister to the the former captain Bulk.

Annie Chuckled.

"Good! hide little girl. Hunting you is going to be fun..."