"Yan Shanshan, the editor of the Department of Arts of the Morning Light." Jing Yu took the materials and looked at Yan Shanshan's photo. He muttered to himself, "It's her. She must know something. Otherwise, she wouldn't have gone to the nest of spiders."
He didn't want to miss such an important clue. He picked up the information and went in the direction of Yan Shanshan's residence. When he arrived at her home, the man was also there. It seemed that he knew he would come. In that case, he didn't have to beat around the bush.
"You already knew that my blood could kill those spiders, didn't you?"
Jing Yu had not sat still yet, and Yan Shanshan spoke first. He was surprised, but soon he calmed down. He nodded and wanted to hear what she wanted to say.
"I don't want to tell you why my bl
