Xiahou Que completed the Demon Pattern possession and had transformed into a huge spider.
He crouched on the ground, his eyes sinisterly watching Wang Yan slowly emerge from the classroom. A deep voice emanated from within the black spider: "Heh heh, Wang Yan, you're such a fool. There was such a good opportunity just now, but you didn't chase after me. I can't imagine what you were doing in the classroom."
At this moment, a glimmer of confidence appeared on Wang Yan's face as he said, "It's very simple. There is no need to rush to deal with you."
Xiahou Que laughed wildly, "Heh heh, I'll make you pay the price for your arrogance. Now, let me show you my ultimate Silk Binding Skill."
With Xiahou Que's words, the eight legs of the black spider stomped on the ground. Then, the black spider rose, its ugly spider mouth slowly opening, suddenly emitting a blinding white light from deep within.
In this dark night, the blinding white light was so intense that it made it hard for people to keep their eyes open.
As this white light spewed from the spider's mouth, it became clear that it was not just light, but a large mass of white silk thread.
This ball of white silk flew out, immediately spreading out like a massive net, covering half of the sky.
This white silk net directly descended upon Wang Yan.
Wang Yan's eyes narrowed, his body flickered, transforming into an afterimage, attempting to escape to the side.
However, the black spider opened its mouth again, spewing out another white silk net at Wang Yan, while the first white silk net altered its path to pursue Wang Yan.
These two white silk nets almost blocked all possible escape routes for Wang Yan.
Wang Yan changed his direction, trying to escape through the only gap left between the two big nets.
But at that moment, the black spider opened its mouth once more, spewing out yet another white silk net, blocking Wang Yan's last escape route.
At this point, with three white silk nets blocking him, Wang Yan had no way out. The three white silk nets descended one after the other, enveloping Wang Yan completely.
The black spider never paused, constantly spitting out white silk nets, one after another, falling continuously onto Wang Yan.
In the beginning, Wang Yan could still be seen through the webbing of the white silk net, but as more and more white silk nets enveloped him entirely, Wang Yan was completely hidden from view.
One after another, the white silk nets dropped down, gradually forming a round white cocoon on the ground.
Within the white cocoon, there was no longer any movement from Wang Yan.
Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting, who had been watching the battle from a distance, were frightened by the scene before them. They couldn't believe Wang Yan could actually be defeated.
Seeing that terrifying black spider, the first thought that came to their hearts was to flee, but thinking of Wang Yan trapped within the cocoon, an unknown courage surged in them, preventing them from running. Instead, they rushed toward the cocoon.
Arriving in front of the cocoon, neither knew what to do. They directly extended their hands to tear at the cocoon.
However, the moment their hands touched the cocoon, they were immediately stuck, rendering them immobile.
With faces full of despair, mixed with anger, they used all their strength, even though their hands were stuck to the cocoon, to desperately pull and tear at it.
But the harder they pulled, the tighter they were stuck.
Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting cried out, "Brother Wang Yan, come out quickly."
"Brother Wang Yan, you'll be fine, come out quickly."
Their cries were hoarse and sorrowful, filled with concern and pain.
At this moment, the black spider slowly shrank and transformed into a human form, revealing an ecstatic Xiahou Que standing on the ground.
"Heh heh heh heh, he who laughs last laughs best. Wang Yan, you've finally fallen into my hands. Beiming Xue, Ouyang Feiting, both of you are also stuck to my white cocoon. You'd better beg me quickly, as I'm the only one who can save you from the cocoon."
Although Ouyang Feiting's hands were stuck, she cursed loudly, "Bastard, Xiahou Que, you're nothing but a bastard. Asking me to beg you? Never."
Beiming Xue, eyes fixed on the cocoon, was filled with tears. "Brother Wang Yan, it's my fault. I shouldn't have let you attend the party. Had I not done so, you wouldn't have encountered Xiahou Que, and today wouldn't have happened. Brother Wang Yan, it's all my fault."
Seeing Beiming Xue cry and curse, Xiahou Que licked his lips, confidently pacing behind them and leering at them. "You two, if you agree to be my women now, I'll spare your lives. Otherwise, you'll end up like Wang Yan, slowly waiting for death stuck to the cocoon."
Ouyang Feiting gritted her teeth and said, "Give it up. I would rather die than agree to that."
Xiahou Que snorted, turning his gaze to Beiming Xue, "Xue'er, we've grown up together, and we were even engaged as children. It was only because of Wang Yan. Now that Wang Yan is gone, if you agree to come back, I can still forgive you."
A determined look appeared on Beiming Xue's face as she gazed at the cocoon and slowly said, "If I agree to you, will you let Brother Wang Yan go?"
"No, Xue'er, don't be foolish. Didn't you say the three of us would always be together?" Seeing Beiming Xue about to agree to Xiahou Que, Ouyang Feiting hurriedly urged against it.
Beiming Xue shook her head and said, "I'd rather die than let Brother Wang Yan die. Feiting, you must take good care of Brother Wang Yan."
Hearing the deathly tint in Beiming Xue's words, Ouyang Feiting quickly shouted, "Xue'er, don't be foolish."
Without acknowledging Ouyang Feiting any further, Beiming Xue turned her head towards Xiahou Que and said, "Let Brother Wang Yan go, and I will agree to you."
Xiahou Que snorted coldly and said, "Even now, you're still thinking of that little pretty face. Beiming Xue, give up on that thought. I will not let Wang Yan go. Both of you are in my hands. If I want you dead, you're dead. If I want you alive, you're alive. You have no room to bargain with me."
The more Xiahou Que spoke, the angrier he became, his tone sharpening.
Finally, Xiahou Que yelled, "Wang Yan, I know you're not dead yet. Let me tell you, these two women now belong to me."
Saying that, Xiahou Que raised a hand and smacked it onto the white cocoon. The cocoon bounced, freeing Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting's hands from it.
Xiahou Que reached out, grabbed both their wrists, and laughed gleefully, "Heh heh heh, from today, the Beiming and Ouyang families belong to me, Xiahou Que. Wang Yan, he who laughs last, laughs best."
After speaking, Xiahou Que pulled along the despairing Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting, and turned to leave.
At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from within the cocoon, "Indeed, he who laughs last, laughs best." Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn NovᴇlFirᴇ(.)nᴇt
(Feeling a bit exhausted, after all, I'm at an older age and doing this part-time, today pushing five chapters, will consider resting tomorrow.)