Rebirth: I Became a Maggot 2

Chapter 124 The Spider's Request

I thought that once I entered the woods, I could get to the gas station sooner, but to my surprise, I encountered an owl that gave me a strange smile.

What I didn't expect was that, in order to get rid of the shadow of that owl, all I wanted to do was leave this eerie grove as soon as possible and get to the brightly lit gas station.

But to my surprise, while I was hurrying along, I accidentally bumped into a spider web.

What frustrated me even more was that just as I was trying to figure out how to escape, the spider came back.

I thought I was doomed this time. There's no reason for a spider not to eat food that's already in its mouth, but what surprised me was that the spider didn't eat me right away.

They didn't tie me up and hang me on a tree to dry before eating me.

Instead, they asked me in a really weird way if I was from out of town. What the hell was I supposed to answer? If I'm from out of town, should they eat me or not?

They just casually asked me, regardless of where I was from, "Do you want to eat?" I was completely dumbfounded and didn't know how to answer.

I don't know whether I should say I'm a local or from out of town, but then again, what are their standards for judging people from out of town?

I've never seen these animals speak dialects, so are we just guessing?

There wasn't even an accent or anything.

Faced with the spider's question, I was completely bewildered. How should I answer? Am I from out of town or from elsewhere?

Just as I was racking my brains trying to figure out how to answer, Dafu simply and bluntly said, "We're going to that gas station via here."

Damn it, I just want to kill that Dafu right now! Is there anyone as stupid as you? Can't you see I'm even considering it? What nonsense are you spouting? Who gives you the right to speak here? You're a complete idiot, all talk and no action.

There was originally a chance to live, but now it seems like there's no way out but certain death.

I closed my eyes in despair once again. God, I hope I never encounter such a terrible teammate in my next life.

Just as I closed my eyes in despair, the spider exclaimed happily, "You really are flies from out of town? That's wonderful!"

What the heck does this mean? Does it mean flies from other places are equivalent to imported flies? And they're pollution-free and taste good? Look at how happy they are, like they're eating Orlando roasted chicken wings. Are they really that happy?

I thought to myself with utter contempt, "Anyway, I won't live much longer, so I'll just keep showing my contempt for a while longer. You won't even know I'm cursing you."

"Are you really flies from out of town?" the spider asked again, quite pleased.

"I already said yes, wasn't I clear enough just now?" I said, feeling quite frustrated.

I'm like the golden shrimp ball in someone else's set meal; I have no choice but to be eaten.

"This is wonderful! Heaven has finally saved me! I've finally found the guy I've been waiting for!" the spider said happily.

As he spoke, he started spraying spider silk all over us, and then pulled us toward a tree hole.

Damn, if I had a free hand right now, I'd really like to strangle that daifuku. Now look what's happened, he actually thinks we're Mexican kebabs, he's going to drag us back and enjoy them slowly.

The ones from other places really aren't as delicious as you think. Actually, there's no difference between the exported ones and the domestic ones. I'm almost going crazy! What kind of spider is this? Why are they so obsessed with foreign things? Can't they just believe that what's traditional is also international?

As the spider slowly dragged me over, I was practically going crazy with anxiety. What did this mean?

We slowly arrived at a tree hollow, where some leaves were clinging to the ground, and there were some spider webs around, I don't know what they were for.

The interior was very rudimentary, and there were other insect limbs scattered around. The sight of it almost made me faint. I really didn't dare to think about what happened next. It seemed like I was doomed to die today.

After the spider dropped us both on the ground and walked away, it slowly untied the spider silk binding us.

I looked at the spider with great confusion. What was it trying to do? Did it think we were all a bit too fat? Was it telling us to exercise more and become leaner before we ate it?

I've heard that some people make pigs swim frequently so their muscles become firm and the pork tastes better. Is this how the spider is going to raise us?

Thinking about this made me extremely depressed. I never thought that I would be eaten alive and that I would lose even my last shred of dignity.

So I decided that no matter what, I would preserve my last shred of dignity. No matter what, I would not run away. Even if I die, I would die with dignity.

After releasing us, the spider silently lay down on the ground and said sadly, "Could you please do me a favor?"

Ok……

Dafu and I exchanged a glance. What's going on now? What's the meaning of this? What are they trying to do? We were just food to them, and suddenly they want our help?

Faced with the spider's request, I suddenly thought of a bad outcome: was the spider just playing a trick on us?

Now he's talking to us like this, and his so-called help is just to fill his stomach? Although I don't know if spiders play with their prey before eating it.

However, cats have this habit: they like to play with the mice they catch before eating them.

Now I seriously doubt whether this spider is also such a pervert.

Are we going to play with them until we're done before we eat them?

"Is there anything we can help you with?" Dafu asked before I could even speak.

Holy crap, is Dafu really that stupid or just pretending? He's obviously playing us for fools! And you actually believed him?

Have you ever seen anything that food helps with? The only thing food can help with is filling your stomach.

I'm going crazy! Is Dafu out of his mind?

"Really? You're really willing to help me?" the spider asked hastily upon hearing Dafu's answer.

"Yes, my son Yi Mao Er is the smartest. He can do anything," Da Fu said proudly.

I felt three large drops of cold sweat about to fall from my forehead, and a crow flew overhead, followed by many black dots.

When did I become part of your family? When did I become the smartest? When did I need help? If you want to help, help yourself; I don't want to be eaten.

I almost cried, but when the spider looked at me, I could only manage a smile that was hard to tell if I was laughing or crying.

"Since you're willing to help me, then I'll tell you what you need help with," the spider said sadly.

So you really do need to help? Am I overthinking this? But even if we do help, what can two flies do if you can't even do it yourself?

Are we just helping them get killed?