小迎书屋

　　　Eight tiny legs answered that imploring call. Eight tiny weapons struck at the concave wall. Battering and tearing, following the lighter shade of gray in this dark place.　　　A hole appeared in the leathery surface and the eight legs coordinated their attacks at that very spot, sensing weakness. Weakness could not be tolerated. Weakness had to be exploited, immediately and without mercy.　　　One by one, ten by ten, a thousand by a thousand, a million by a million, tiny legs waved in the misty sp