After carefully and thoroughly examining the factory building, Grace Miller couldn’t help but smile, and her anxious heart finally relaxed. Because there were no so-called legendary monsters here, not even the slightest “unclean” feeling did Grace Miller detect—she simply assumed that the fox spirit was deliberately playing tricks on Henry Clark, providing false information. Although, as a civil servant, she shouldn’t think this way, Grace Miller couldn’t hide her relief at not finding the monster.

“Stop right there.” Henry Clark, who was walking ahead, suddenly halted in the center of the factory. A large beam of bright moonlight was slanting down through a hole in the roof, shining directly on him, making him look like the protagonist standing under a spotlight, waiting for a spectacular performance.

Grace Miller obediently froze in place, swallowing nervously.

Then, without further conversation, Henry Clark naturally set his bag down on the ground, took out the relic gloves from his pocket, and put them on. Unlike before, this time he wore them on both hands. Taking off his black trench coat, Henry Clark tilted his head back to look at the sky, gently closed his eyes, as if enjoying the sanctity of the moonlight.

“Come out. I’m not in the mood to play hide and seek with you.”

Henry Clark’s voice was soft, but in the sealed factory, it could be heard clearly even in the corners.

He waited ten seconds, but still, nothing changed.

“Is it that you can’t speak Chinese, or you just don’t want to come out?” Henry Clark seemed a bit impatient.

Standing behind him, Grace Miller couldn’t help but tremble slightly, not just out of fear of whatever Henry Clark was calling, but also of Henry Clark himself, because the aura emanating from him had changed. The intense killing intent was completely unmasked, laid bare for all to see. Grace Miller didn’t know why she felt this way, but she truly thought that at this moment, Henry Clark himself seemed like a demon…

“Although you’re a fine, strong man, I have no intention of making an enemy of you, nor do I want to kill you. You should leave…” It wasn’t just Grace Miller who noticed the change in Henry Clark; suddenly, a woman’s voice echoed through the factory, crisp as silver bells, lingering in the air, though her words carried a hint of awkwardness…

“Your Chinese isn’t bad. Coming all the way from Japan and even brushing up on your foreign language—got to say, that’s pretty dedicated.” Whether human or ghost, Henry Clark was equally sarcastic.

“Who are you?” The echoing voice sounded again.

“If you’re a tourist, you can think of me as immigration. If you’re a thief, you can think of me as the police. If you’re a monster who’s killed someone, then I’m the one here to take your life.” Henry Clark’s explanation couldn’t be clearer.

“Take my life?” The woman’s voice let out a light laugh, still so melodious. “Find me first, then we’ll talk…”

“You said it…”

Lowering his proud head, a wicked smile appeared at the corner of Henry Clark’s mouth. Suddenly, he raised both hands and thrust them naturally into the air in front of him, his arms trembling with force, as if tearing something apart.

Henry Clark, struggling with himself in place, looked a bit frightening. Grace Miller, worried, was just about to step forward and ask, when she saw clear cracks appear in the air around Henry Clark’s hands. Rubbing her eyes hard to make sure, the cracks were still there, and they spread outward like a virus.

“Yiya!” With a low cry, Henry Clark exerted his strength, finally tearing apart whatever it was he wanted to tear.

In an instant, like shattering glass, countless fragments fell to the ground and disappeared into the air.

Looking again, the factory was still the same factory, nothing had changed. The difference was that, using the roof as a fulcrum, a sparkling, honeycomb-like spiderweb appeared in front of Henry Clark, with more than a dozen naked men bound haphazardly across it. Strangely, none of them showed any fear of impending doom; instead, each one was grinning like an idiot. Some were already gaunt and sallow, clearly showing symptoms of being drained of their vitality. If Henry Clark hadn’t come, they’d probably have been tonight’s midnight snack…

And in front of this giant spiderweb stood the girl described by the little dish. A snow-white long dress wrapped around a slender body, about one meter fifty-three tall, but she didn’t seem short—rather, she exuded a delicate cuteness. Her long hair draped over her shoulders, glowing softly in the moonlight, and her jade-like arms looked as if they’d been sculpted by a master, as if only on the plaster statue of Venus could one find such perfection…

“You found me.” With her hands clasped behind her back, the girl’s face bloomed with a childlike, innocent smile, and the two dimples that appeared when she smiled were utterly enchanting.

“So this is a monster too?” Looking at the girl not far away, who looked at most sixteen or seventeen, Grace Miller couldn’t help but mutter in confusion.

Chapter 10: The Spider Reveals Its True Form

How many people have seen a fairy from a painting? And how many men could resist when that fairy is standing right in front of them, smiling? Forget about any kind of enchantment—just looking at that captivating smile, if a man doesn’t get aroused, it only means he has a physical problem…

“I didn’t expect you could even tear through my barrier. That really surprised me; this isn’t something an ordinary person could do. Would you mind telling me your name?” The girl slowly approached Henry Clark, her steps light, her eyes filled with naked temptation, her delicate tongue sliding over her rosy lips. My god, with a woman like this in front of you, never mind that she’s a demon—even if you knew she had AIDS, any man would still go for it.