Chapter 120: 120 Monster Guesthouse – 42K Please Subscribe

Stepping into the night again, the darkness of the new spring feels unfamiliar to Wang Wu.

Because it's too normal, also too sunny.

Here they also celebrate the New Year; the New Year's Eve dinner and Spring Festival are the same here.

Yesterday was New Year's Eve, but compared with the New Year's Eve dinner, maybe it's still the foot; never mind, it's nothing.

"Why aren't you flying?"

After flying a short distance away, Zhao Xingyue ran back, looking at Wang Wu with some confusion.

"I can't fly," Wang Wu said, hands on his hips, standing on the road with a righteous expression.

"……"

Zhao Xingyue said nothing, but a few minutes later, Wang Wu found himself sitting on Zhao Xingyue's flying boat.

It truly was a flying boat, its shape similar to the ships with a small cabin that Wang Wu had seen in old costume dramas.

Only more luxurious, and it can also fly in the sky.

Its speed isn't fast, about two hundred kilometers per hour.

"Oh, by the way, this is for you."

Sitting on the boat, the space is small, so the three of them sit side by side.

Wang Wu took out the teal‑blue cloud‑patterned silver‑threaded high‑topped boots that Zhao Xingyue had previously left for him, and said, "Your boots fell here with me; I've been keeping them for you."

"And this, your socks," Wang Wu added, pulling out the silk socks that had already been washed clean.

Seeing those two items, Zhao Xingyue, whose earlobe blush had just faded, immediately had the old ailment flare up; this time not only her ears but her whole face turned red.

"I've already washed them for you; first I hand‑washed them, then ran them through the washing machine. They're quite clean,"

Wang Wu said, holding Zhao Xingyue's silk socks.

He only later learned that ancient people's socks were simply called socks, or foot‑clothes/foot‑bags, and are not the same as foot‑binding cloth.

Of course, calling them foot‑binding cloth also works; others would understand.

There is no foot‑binding custom here, so foot‑binding cloth can also be used to refer to socks.

The knowledge about shoes and socks owes thanks to Miss Wang Lan, who taught Wang Wu a lot.

Wang Wu's comment made Zhao Xingyue blush again, leaving her stuck there without speaking for a while.

Then perhaps because her CPU temperature was too high, the first thing she managed to say when she came to herself was:

"Th‑that, my boots…"

"I didn't wash them," Wang Wu shook his head. "They look quite precious, so I left them unwashed, afraid I'd damage the silver inlay."

He placed the shoes and socks at Zhao Xingyue's feet; seeing the shoes Wang Wu returned, Zhao Xingyue, whose mind was a blank, subconsciously prepared to take off her shoes and put them on.

But fortunately, reason returned at the last moment.

"Th‑thank you," she whispered, slipping the shoes and socks Wang Wu gave back into her Qian Kun sleeves, speaking softly to the Wang Wu beside her.

Wu Lian said nothing the whole time, merely watching the two of them silently.

Now she has a free body and understands human society even better.

And regarding the "love between men and women" that Wang Wu mentioned earlier, she naturally has gained some understanding.

She can naturally see that Zhao Xingyue is interested in Wang Wu, and it's a very strong interest.

In fact, even if she were a wild monster, she could still see it now.

After all, when Zhao Xingyue was spying on Wang Wu, her gaze was like a drawn thread; she wouldn't fail to see what that meant.

But Wu Lian said nothing, her face showing no expression, just silently watching.

Later, she will follow Zhao Xingyue as a demon slave.

But there will be no restrictions, nor any demon‑body limitations.

She'll even be far better than ordinary human servants or maids.

Watching the interaction between Zhao Xingyue and Wang Wu, Wu Lian hopes the two will grow closer.

Because if that happens, she can serve by Wang Wu's side.

The flying boat continues toward a direction Wang Wu has never gone before, its destination being the Shang Xuan Sect in the Southern Province.

It doesn't fly very fast; at its fastest it never exceeds 150 km/h. A little over two hours pass quickly, yet the flying boat is still far from the Shang Xuan Sect.

At that moment, Shu Niang, idly checking the outside world with a camera, suddenly sent a message to Wang Wu:

"Hey, Wu Lang, there's an inn down there?"

"Huh?" Wang Wu was startled. "Is it the same as before?"

But he immediately realized that if it were the same as before, Shu Niang shouldn't be able to see it.

Oh, wait, the surveillance camera was upgraded. So Shu Niang should be able to see.

"Wow, there are lots of monsters inside, plus people, and there's a village nearby."

Hearing Shu Niang's report, Wang Wu also felt a bit curious.

Beside him, Zhao Xingyue, because of the earlier incident, sits now as if on a bed of needles.

She tried several times to chat with Wang Wu, but first didn't know what to say, and second, because of the earlier matter, the words got stuck at her mouth.

So she could only sit restlessly until Wang Wu got up and left the cabin.

"Wang, brother Wang?" Zhao Xingyue, still fidgeting, saw Wang Wu exit the cabin and immediately became a bit flustered.

She didn't know why she was nervous, but she was; seeing Wang Wu go out suddenly sparked a fear that he might never return.

So she hurriedly ran out after him.

"Oh, there really is an inn down there?"

Below the airspace where the flying boat hovers is a stretch of mountains, not a small area, with vast forests.

The Guan Dao of the Great Zhou Dynasty lies not far outside the forest, with several villages nearby, scattered from the plains beyond the road into the forest.

The inn was located on a clearing deep in the forest, with a former lake beside it.

"Inn?" Zhao Xingyue also came to the edge of the deck at that moment, looked down at the forest, and was startled.

"Turns out it's an inn run by our demon clan," Wang Wu said, curious, "I want to go down and have a look, okay?"

"Um…" Zhao Xingyue didn't know how to answer, but a thought suddenly sprang up, and driven by it she nodded.

"Honored guests, welcome to our establishment!!"

A moment later, one human and two demons stepped into the inn.

As soon as they entered, a warm voice rang out, and immediately an ugly‑looking man eagerly approached.

However, upon seeing Wang Wu and Zhao Xingyue, his enthusiastic smile froze instantly.

And not only him; after Zhao Xingyue scanned the inn, her expression also sank instantly.

"You… sell human flesh?"

She stared fixedly at the man before her.

Demons eating people didn't seem wrong to her. A demon‑run shop selling that kind of meat seemed perfectly normal to her.

The problem was, the attendant in front of her was human.

A powerful aura radiated from her, pressing down on the other.

"I… I…"

The man was suppressed by that aura; for a moment even his breathing became difficult.

"Xiu Ge!!!"

At that moment, a scream came from the inn's back kitchen, and a figure rushed out, shielding the other firmly behind.

A short figure, under 1.6 m, with a cute, naive aura and an exceptionally striking appearance.

Now she stared at Wang Wu and Zhao Xingyue with outright hostility.

"Xingyue." The atmosphere grew tense at that moment; Wang Wu remained silent, observing the inn the whole time.

After a while he finally looked at the human and demon before him, and after a brief inspection, called out to Zhao Xingyue.

"He hasn't eaten humans," Wang Wu said, pointing at the ugly man.

"She hasn't either," he added, pointing at the demon protecting the ugly man.

"This…"

Zhao Xingyue, hearing Wang Wu's words, was also puzzled, "But they're clearly selling human flesh!"

"They may sell, but they haven't eaten," Wang Wu said with a smile, "Not to mention eating, they haven't even killed many."

As he spoke, he looked at the cute‑naïve female demon, "You probably killed people who aren't the ones you usually sell, right?"

"My sister Niu Erjie is innately kind! Master! Master!!"

At that moment, the ugly man, hearing Wang Wu, sprang from behind Niu Erjie, fell to his knees before Wang Wu, and pounded his head "dong dong" while pleading:

"In our shop, the dishes we sell are all dead bodies bought from those villages—dead bodies!! Master!!!"

"The people she killed did so to save me; she had no choice, Master!"

"See?" Wang Wu turned his head to Zhao Xingyue, smiling.

Demons help humans process corpses: the meat is cleaned, the bones returned for burial, and they get paid.

To be fair, for humans this is indeed a decent deal.

Conflicts between villages, the cycle of life and death, accidents—all cause human deaths.

If the corpse and soul are to remain unharmed after death, money must be spent.

But selling to demons costs nothing and even brings profit.

Zhao Xingyue said nothing further, nodded, then lowered her aura and apologetically said:

"I got carried away just now, I'm truly sorry."

Hearing Zhao Xingyue apologize, the ugly man was stunned, but immediately replied:

"No, no, it's fine, it's fine. As long as the Master can forgive, that's enough, we'll move later…"

"No need, no need, we're not here to prosecute." Wang Wu stepped forward, helped the other up, and glanced at Niu Erniang.

"Is she your wife?"

The man's face flushed instantly, he turned to glance at Niu Erniang, stammering: "Niu Erniang… indeed, indeed she is my…"

"That's nice." Wang Wu cheerfully patted him, "You seem quite affectionate; I hope you grow old together."

"Um…"

The man had been pleasantly surprised, until he heard Wang Wu's "grow old together" remark.

The man wasn't powerful; he had no true Qi inside.

That meant he would certainly die before his wife.

But that didn't matter to him now.

The other side showed no hostility and was friendly, which made the man a bit curious.

These three of the same race, since they're not here to slay demons, what are they doing here?

So, with that curiosity, he spoke:

"Our little shop mainly does business with demons; we also sell other beast dishes, but we don't differentiate utensils. If you guests want food, you'll probably have to go to a nearby village."

"Brother Wang." At this moment, Zhao Xingyue turned to Wang Wu, "No, why don't we rest here for a night?"

"Huh?" Wang Wu was taken aback, then said:

"That works, I have no objection."

Receiving Wang Wu's answer, Zhao Xingyue's heart suddenly leapt.

"But our inn's conditions aren't great, and there's only one room," the man said cautiously.

"But if the three of you don't mind and are willing to squeeze in, then…"

"Brother Wang, look…" When she heard there was only one guest room, Zhao Xingyue's heart nearly jumped out of her throat.

She didn't even know what was happening to her; ever since she saw Wang Wu again, her mind had been like this.

"If Daoist friend Zhao Xingyue doesn't mind, that would be fine, right?" Wang Wu nodded uncertainly.

He himself had no problem, but this might be an issue for Zhao Xingyue.

Zhao Xingyue quickly answered Wang Wu with action.

Pay the money, take the key, enter the guest room.

The inn's facilities in this remote wilderness were about the same as those Wang Wu had stayed in at Ma Wang Village, so the conditions were quite decent.

No wonder so many monsters came to patronize the business; it was a full‑bowl profit.

The room was small, about thirty square meters, with a bed, a table, a private bathroom, and nothing else.

Three people staying together was obviously a bit cramped, but Wang Wu didn't plan to sleep here at night, so it didn't matter at all.

Although the man had previously said his shop's environment wasn't great, inside it was actually clean and tidy, and the bedding looked regularly washed.

"Actually, it's not bad," Zhao Xingyue said after walking into the room and observing the surroundings for a while.

Then she sat on the bed to take off her shoes, but her gaze wasn't on the shoes; she seemed to be looking at Wang Wu.

"What's wrong?"

Noticing her stare, Wang Wu asked.

"My shoes are a bit tight…"

She stared straight at Wang Wu, a sound trembling in her throat.

Since entering the room, Zhao Xingyue's heart had been racing faster and faster.

Seeing her like that, Wang Wu couldn't possibly not understand what the woman wanted, so he said directly:

"What do you think I am? Your servant?"

Even though he said that, he still crouched down and helped Zhao Xingyue this time.

A pair of black, upturned-toe, flame‑patterned boots, still steaming as they were taken off.

Since the room was small, the scent quickly spread and hit Wang Wu's nose.

It wasn't as strong as someone's, but compared to his own last time it was definitely stronger.

"Just this once, I won't charge you."

Taking off his silk socks damp from foot sweat, Wang Wu rolled his eyes and said irritably.

Zhao Xingyue and Wang Lan were quite alike in this regard: both sweated heavily from their feet.

To be honest, Wang Wu felt a bit uncomfortable now, because it made him miss…

But it was fine; he could endure it.

"How about you also wash my feet?"

But Zhao Xingyue clearly wasn't going to let him off, and pressed her advantage.

Her eyes burned, and a gold ingot appeared in her hand.

Humiliation— for a strong person, this was absolute humiliation.

But there was no choice; Wang Wu ultimately sold his dignity for a gold ingot.

He needed to make money, after all.

That night Wang Wu didn't return to the spherical fortress; he stayed in the guest room and slept through the night.

Zhao Xingyue slept on the bed, he lay on the floor in a sprawling position, and Wu Lian meditated in a corner of the room.

But when he woke up the next day, he found Zhao Xingyue beside him.

She was curled up against his back, her head resting on his arm, her hand interlocked tightly with the hand she was leaning on.

"Awake?"

Zhao Xingyue opened her eyes, and Wang Wu's voice sounded behind her.

"Your sleeping posture, woman, is really terrible," Wang Wu said as he slowly rose and pulled his arm out from under her head, "who sleeps on the floor?"

"I don't know either, Brother Wang," Zhao Xingyue said, sitting up from the floor, crossing her legs and looking at Wang Wu, a playful smile curling her mouth.

(End of chapter)