Looking at the task full of question marks, Yang Yu let out a deep sigh. Using great strength as a bargaining chip for loyalty was an old but effective method; he still had to honestly continue collecting clues.
"If you don't want to talk, then forget it. We have someone here whose father was injured by a Desert Golden Python controlled by your offspring and was poisoned. If you really want us to leave, you must help him with the antidote."
"Sorry. I only know how to use poison, not how to cure it."
"Then, can you give me some of the poison? If we can get hold of the poison, we can make the antidote ourselves."
After hearing Yang Yu's request, the other end of the spider web fell silent.
After about two or three minutes, Yang Yu spoke up again, "Is it not possible?"
The Mother Spider still didn't speak, and the shadow on the other side of the web put their hand on it; the pure white web instantly turned purple with poison.
