"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

Joey ran back to Vivian's old house, but because he was running so fast, he had to stop and gasp for breath as soon as he reached the yard.

"I feel like I could fit on the same track as Usain Bolt!"

Joey wiped the sweat from his forehead with his right hand, which was holding the longsword, and muttered something to himself with a hint of smugness.

The child's crying stopped, and Catherine, that silly girl, was no longer pretending to be a ghost to scare people behind him. Only the flame on Joey's torch in his left hand continued to flicker.

The moonlight fell on the roof, and the holes looked empty, somewhat like the eye sockets of some kind of monster.

"If it weren't for that unlucky girl Catherine getting caught again, I would have really packed up my bucket and run away!"

"Now that we've rescued this silly girl, we absolutely have to make her repay us with her body, otherwise it would be such a loss!"

"We haven't seen any gold coins yet, it's time to collect some interest from her!"

As Joey tried to bolster her courage, she conjured up some erotic images in her mind, hoping to lessen her fear and give herself more courage to rush into the house.

“Joey Brown, you’re something else! As a promising young man of the 21st century and a successor to communism, these monsters and demons are all bluffing!”

Joey suddenly roared, holding a torch in his left hand and a longsword in his right, and rushed into the courtyard.

He kicked open the door and rushed into the house.

The firelight illuminated the entire room, which was as quiet as daytime, with nothing unusual about it.

"Mmm, mmm..."

Just as Joey was about to let her guard down, she heard a woman's voice soothing a child to sleep coming from the bedroom, accompanied by the faint sound of a hand patting.

Joey immediately became very alert and slowly moved closer to the bedroom, the flame of his torch also slowly moving towards the bedroom.

"Traveler, she has just fallen asleep, please do not wake her!"

Before Joey even entered the bedroom, he could hear a woman's voice coming from inside.

Judging from the voice, the person seems quite normal, not a monster.

Joey grew bolder and peeked his head into the bedroom first.

The bedroom still contained the same bed seen during the day, but now a young woman of about twenty years old was sitting on it, and her hair was red.

She was barely clothed; the few clothes she had left on her body did not properly cover her private parts. He was holding a four- or five-month-old baby in his arms, who was fast asleep, but the baby still had the girl's breast in its mouth and would suckle from time to time.

In the past, Joey would have been happy to see this beautiful scene, but now he had no ill intentions and only felt sorry for the young mother who was breastfeeding.

"Are you Vivian?"

Joey extinguished the torch in his hand. He wasn't a lecherous womanizer without principles. At this moment, he wanted to give the woman in front of him a little more respect.

By the moonlight, he saw a huge silk cocoon, as tall as a person, in the corner of the wall near the window. He had his own guess in mind, but still calmly asked the woman in front of him a question.

"Yes, that's me!"

The woman in front of him immediately admitted it.

She took the baby from her arms, laid her flat on the bed, covered her with a layer of cobwebs, and then continued to gently pat her little body.

"That's my friend?"

Joey pointed to the silk cocoon in the corner, remaining calm.

"I thought she was your wife!"

Vivian didn't say much; she answered each of Joey's questions naturally.

"Can you tell me what exactly happened?"

Joey hadn't figured out what was going on. Was the "spider demon" he thought was Vivian? If not, where was the spider demon now? If she was the spider demon, why did Vivian seem so harmless now?

"You'd better take your friend and leave before she wakes up, or you won't be able to leave!"

Vivian had no intention of explaining anything to Joey; she was now kindly advising him to take the people inside the cocoon and leave as soon as possible.

"Let her sleep since she's not awake yet. Anyway, she hasn't really been dreaming much tonight!"

Joey thought Vivian was referring to Catherine inside the cocoon when she said "she," but he was clearly mistaken.

"You can't help me, and there's no way you can help me. If you stay, this room will only be stained with your blood!"

"I cannot leave this village until my curse is lifted, but you two are different. You are innocent, so you should leave sooner rather than later!"

The "she" Vivian was referring to was someone else entirely, someone Joey couldn't defeat.

"But I promised the villagers that I would help them find the women's husbands, the old women's sons, and the children's fathers!"

Joey had no intention of giving up. He had expected to meet a hideous monster, but instead, he found Vivian to be just like a normal person. He was no longer afraid and was now eager to know the truth.

"Them? I think you won't be able to keep your promise, because they're all dead, killed by her!"

Vivian continued to gently pat the baby on the bed, as if these dead people meant nothing to her; her heart had become somewhat like stone.

"Who exactly is this 'she' you're talking about? If she's really that dangerous, we'll work together to find a way to kill her, and you'll have to come back to the village, even if it's just for the child!"

Joey's words seemed to touch Vivian. She looked at the baby on the bed with loving eyes, then at Joey holding the torch. Two tears slid down her cheeks and fell onto the bed.

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