Max-Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey-Chapter 906: It Is Exactly Xiu Shu

Fu Shiyan’s fortune is good, and his fate is excellent, making him an ideal prey for those with grand ambitions.

Jiangli must keep a close eye on Fu Shiyan.

Upon hearing this, Fu Shiyan showed no trace of fear, instead, he laughed and replied warmly, "Okay."

He then held Jiangli’s hand in return, and together they left.

Feng Xing and the others might not have heard what Jiangli and Yan Guofeng discussed later, but they did hear her conversation with the village chief’s wife.

Feng Xing and the others exchanged serious glances.

Tonight, it might be unsettled.

The night descends quickly in the mountains.

By six or seven o’clock, the mountains were already shrouded in darkness.

After Jiangli and Fu Shiyan returned to the room, Jiangli acted as if nothing had happened, playing a game on her phone.

Fu Shiyan sat beside her, watching her silently.

Listening to his breathing and heartbeat beside her, Jiangli’s eyes became distant for a moment.

It seemed like a long time ago, someone also silently accompanied her, watching her.

But she could never remember who that person was or what they looked like.

Ever since the last time the Spiritual Bone was restored, Jiangli would recall some strange yet familiar images.

Jiangli knew that it seemed recovering her missing half of the Spiritual Bone should help her regain all her memories and understand why she had to come out at this time.

Thinking of this, the games on her phone seemed to lose their appeal.

She silently recited the Heart Clarity Spell a few times, calming her mind.

At night, the mountains were quite cold. freёnovelkiss.com

The wind rustled the flowers and trees around, producing a sound that resembled weeping, making people uneasy.

The night wind chilled the heart.

La Yang’s window just faced the bed, and the wind gave him a headache.

He couldn’t help but get up to close the window.

Once the window was closed, the room became much quieter.

Just as La Yang was about to turn around.

He heard a knocking sound.

"Dong—"

"Dong—"

"Dong—"

The knocking was steady and unhurried.

La Yang grew alert, moved to the bedside, and took a Peach Wood Sword from under his pillow, asking outside, "Who?"

A soft and alluring voice echoed, but instead of responding to La Yang, it hummed a tune.

The melody was long and soft, hinting at affection, making people blush and their hearts race.

La Yang listened, entranced, his eyes gradually unfocused, and the Peach Wood Sword in his hand fell to the ground.

He walked dumbfoundedly, opening the door.

A disheveled-haired girl stood outside, and as he opened the door, she flung herself into his arms and pushed him inside.

"Dear brother, why did it take you so long to open the door?"

La Yang instinctively embraced her, his voice stiff, "My fault..."

The girl giggled.

...

On the other side.

Feng Xing was sleeping in the last room; not knowing how long had passed, it seemed to be midnight.

The room grew colder, yet Feng Xing felt increasingly warm.

In his dreams, it felt like someone held his hand.

Feng Xing awoke with a start, finding the room empty.

Before he could relax, a sweet and tender singing came from outside.

His mind wavered, and before he could react, he got out of bed.

The moment his feet touched the floor, Feng Xing shivered, coming to his senses, realizing something was wrong. He formed a Heart Clarity Seal, silently reciting the Heart Clarity Spell, pinching a Talisman between his fingers, placing it in his pocket, and went over to cautiously open the door.

A girl stood outside.

It was none other than Xiu Shu.