C455 Withering Rain

On the desk, there was a picture of a hundred-year-old tree. The girl in the picture was very beautiful, around the age of sixteen or seventeen. It actually had the same face as the spider that had tried to escape.

Zhang Xiaojian looked on absentmindedly for a long time, as his face darkened.

From the looks of it, his deductions from the moment he saw the Man-faced Spider, were not wrong