A yawn-filled voice suddenly came from inside the house.
Fang Zhixing’s spirit froze, and his expression instantly tightened.
Wang Jiayun opened the door.
At that moment, her hair naturally fell loose, a nightgown draped over her shoulders, her visage in the flickering lamplight taking on an additional sense of hazy beauty.
She looked at Fang Zhixing, her eyes sparkling, and said with a smile tinged with shyness, "Hero, what brings you here so late?"
Fang Zhixing’s face had already returned to normal as he replied with a faint smile, "Actually, there’s nothing urgent. I noticed the sky looks a bit overcast and feel like it might rain tomorrow. I wanted to let you know that if it rains heavily, we won’t be leaving."
Wang Jiayun hummed in response, nodding, "The roads are slippery when it rains, and the path can become muddy; indeed, it won’t be good to travel."
As they were speaking, a head popped out—it was none other than Little Axe—who looked up at the night sky with curiosity and asked, "Is it raining?"
Fang Zhixing expressed his surprise, "Little Axe, didn’t I open a room for you? Why are you here?"
Little Axe chuckled, "I want to sleep in the same room as Sister."
Wang Jiayun gave a wry smile helplessly, "He insisted on squeezing into my room, I couldn’t block him."
Seeing this, Fang Zhixing replied, "As long as you don’t mind, then it’s fine. I’m going back to my room."
Turning around, he walked away and entered the room next door.
Xigou got up from the bed.
In the darkness, he saw Fang Zhixing enter the room, take a seat in a chair on his own, resting his chin in one hand, looking thoughtful, his face expression undiscernible.
Xigou couldn’t help but transmit his voice to ask, "How did it go? Did you find out any intelligence?"
Fang Zhixing pondered for a moment, sorting through the things Xue Bohua had said, and began to recount them one by one.
Upon hearing this, Xigou was visibly moved, clicking his tongue, "That Little Axe, can he really grant any wish? It seems like he’s a wishing machine!"
Fang Zhixing harrumphed, "More like a Demon, from what Xue Bohua has described. None of the people who made wishes to Little Axe have had a good ending."
Xigou jumped off the bed and started pacing in front of Fang Zhixing, clearly very excited.
After a long while, he transmitted, "What’s your plan?"
Fang Zhixing’s lips curled up slightly as he countered, "You’ve already got an idea?"
Xigou stopped walking, squatted in front of Fang Zhixing, and said earnestly, "If Little Axe really is a wish-granting machine, you could totally take advantage of that. For example, you could get someone else to make a wish to Little Axe; you reap all the benefits yourself and let others bear the consequences."
Fang Zhixing fell silent, "You come up with such devious ideas."
Xigou quickly added, "Put aside your personal morals and enjoy a life of unscrupulousness, right?
Like if you want to complete Condition 6, witnessing the emergence of a Restricted Area, which is too difficult to even start acting on.
But now, you can just pay someone to make a wish with Little Axe."
Fang Zhixing’s mouth turned up slightly, scornfully, "Then I could also make a wish for you, such as turning you into a human, right?"
Xigou looked away, his ears twitching, and said with a forced laugh, "If Little Axe really had that power, what’s the harm in trying?"
Fang Zhixing was silent before declaring seriously, "Little Axe’s existence completely surpasses our understanding. When it comes to such things, my attitude has always been to stay as far away as possible, never to provoke them."
Xigou, not pleased, cried out, "Where is your adventurous spirit? Face the unknown, you must attempt to make contact; isn’t that also your usual attitude?"
Fang Zhixing shook his head, "The unknown I speak of does not include wish-granting Demons like Little Axe."
Xigou fell silent, thinking Fang Zhixing was too cautious, "You’re too scared! If you just do more experiments and find a few people to try out Little Axe, you should quickly understand his limits. Then it wouldn’t be late to decide how to deal with him."
Fang Zhixing dismissed the idea, "I’m a coward, scared and timid, not like you with your nine lives to play with. If you want to provoke Little Axe, I won’t stop you, but I will escape tonight."
Xigou was stunned; then he had a revelation, smacking his lips, "Are you going to abandon Wang Jiayun?"
Fang Zhixing stood up, laughing coldly, "Wang Jiayun, what kind of mind does she have? She doesn’t need you to worry about her."
Xigou, puzzled, "I can understand why you want to run away, but Wang Jiayun hasn’t done anything wrong. Why do you detest her so much?"
Fang Zhixing’s lips tightened, his voice cold, "Wang Jiayun is a smart person. She should clearly understand how odd Little Axe is. Yet she frivolously allowed Little Axe into her room and even shares a bed with him."
Upon hearing this, Xigou suddenly realized there was indeed something off about Wang Jiayun.
If it were him, he would never dare to let Little Axe into his room, much less share a bed.
How confident must one be?
Additionally, Wang Jiayun’s behavior on their journey seemed too mature.
Supposedly, she was merely a rich man’s daughter from Black Stone Town, yet whether it was her handling of the carriage or her other actions, she never displayed any signs of being a spoiled young lady.
In conclusion, very strange!
Not to mention, it was Wang Jiayun whom Little Axe wrapped around, not him, Fang Zhixing.
Therefore, if Fang Zhixing wanted to rid himself of Little Axe, dropping Wang Jiayun was the inevitable choice.
The night deepened into silence.
Fang Zhixing and Xigou quietly left the room and swiftly departed the inn.
In his room, he left behind two trunks, which were the treasures Wang Jiayun had given, and a letter of departure.