"Thank you." Su Xiaoxiao closed her eyes, seemingly having nothing more to say to Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng couldn't bear to blame the siblings any further. Everyone has their own choices, and in Su Xiaoxiao's, her younger brother Su An was above all else.

After leaving, Jiang Cheng returned to his room to rest. He left the affairs of the welfare home outside to the person in charge here. But this time, lying in bed, Jiang Cheng tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

He wasn't worried about the remnants of the Night Watch in the real world. What truly concerned him was the old chairman of the Paradise Pavilion, who had injured both Wu and Old Man Shui, two top-tier ghouls, with just a single move.

That withered figure had become the deepest nightmare in his heart. As soon as he closed his eyes, the old chairman seemed to stand before him, crushing all his friends and all his hopes.

It was an unspeakable despair, and the most terrifying thing was that this despair was very likely to become a reality.

The old chairman's terror was clear for all to see. Although he had been injured by Xia Tan and Gong Zhe, the two pillars of the Xia family, the old chairman still possessed overwhelming strength. This was evident in how those around him referred to him.

A new resistance army was taking shape around him, with Wu, Dahe Niangniang (Great River Goddess), Old Man Shui, and Wen Zhao, the heir to Marquis Wangyan, as its main force. The strength of these four top-tier ghouls was beyond doubt, but Jiang Cheng clearly remembered that whenever they mentioned the old chairman, they subconsciously replaced his name with "that thing," a term filled with deep apprehension.

Gong Zhe, Number One, and dozens of high-level disciples pushed to their limits had only managed to wound the old chairman. Whenever Jiang Cheng thought of the folding knife left in the old chairman's shoulder, he felt a pang in his heart. He didn't have a strong impression of Xia Meng, but the Xia family was truly worthy of the title of loyal and righteous.

"Thinking about something?"

A voice suddenly rang in his ear, very soft but extremely close, startling Jiang Cheng so much that he almost jumped. But when he suddenly sat up in bed, he saw Wu sitting in the darkness nearby, his pair of deep red eyes staring at him.

"No." Jiang Cheng denied it, casually grabbing a bottle of mineral water, intending to wet his throat before going back to sleep.

"Then you're thinking about someone?" Wu's voice was still calm. "Wu Yingying?"

Jiang Cheng almost spat out a mouthful of water. He knew that Wu wasn't good at chatting, but he didn't expect Wu, as a ghoul, to be gossipy. But after looking into Wu's eyes, Jiang Cheng understood. Wu must have sensed the entanglement in his heart, so he came out to chat with him.

But according to Wu's personality, he would never say it directly, so there was this abrupt and clumsy opening.

It was always good to have someone to talk to. Jiang Cheng sat cross-legged on the bed, teasing Wu, who was as serious as could be, with a half-smile. "What's wrong? Do you want me to find you one too?"

Wu's sharp eyebrows slowly furrowed. After a moment, he suddenly said, "The word 'too' is well used."

Jiang Cheng: "???"

Wu was acting too much like a normal person today, which made Jiang Cheng feel very abnormal. He paused and tentatively asked, "No woman in the heart, naturally a god with the blade; page one of the sword manual, first kill the beloved. You still remember these four lines, right? It's the key summary of your Heartless Sword Manual. You wanted to teach me back then, but I didn't learn it."

Wu slowly nodded. Then, distorted blood characters appeared on the wall behind him. These blood characters wriggled and pieced themselves together, recombining into a poem. This time, it was Jiang Cheng's turn to be dumbfounded.

"Woman in the heart, still a god with the blade; final page of the sword manual, marry the beloved."

What did this mean? Jiang Cheng looked at the new poem on the wall, then at Wu. Wu, on the other hand, had an expression that seemed to say, "This is how it should be." Slowly, Jiang Cheng understood. Wu meant that he practiced the previous Heartless Sword Manual, while this new sword manual was specially prepared for him.

Looking at Wu's increasingly serious expression, Jiang Cheng suddenly felt a little timid. He didn't know what Wu was planning. Could it be for some benefit that he had sold himself out to Wu Yingying again?

After all, this wasn't the first time he had done something like this.

Jiang Cheng looked around nervously, and only felt slightly relieved when he didn't see Wu Yingying or that bell. "Good brother, you're actually quite handsome. You should focus your attention on..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Cheng saw Wu shake his head.

Jiang Cheng paused and said, half in consolation and half in jest, "You don't have to be so modest."

The next moment, he saw Wu slowly reach out and point diagonally upwards. Jiang Cheng followed his gaze, and the poem on the wall had disappeared, replaced by four characters that were several times larger than before—

"I'm more handsome than you."

Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment, then felt as if ten thousand alpacas had trampled over him from above. If this were a nurturing game, then Jiang Cheng would now be planning to delete his account and start over.

Before Jiang Cheng could recover, he heard a knock on the door, a knock that carried resentment. "Doctor, what are you doing in the middle of the night, not sleeping?"

He opened the door and saw Wu there too. Fatty was obviously stunned for a moment, then his expression quickly turned for the better. "Brother Wu is here too, that's great. I thought the doctor he..."

Fatty stopped there, his eyes staring straight at the wall behind Wu. Jiang Cheng suddenly had an ominous premonition. As he turned around, sure enough, the new poem had appeared on the wall again.

As one of the victims of Wu's brainwashing poems in the past, Fatty stared at the new poem on the wall for a long time, unable to recover. "This... did the doctor ask you to write this?" Fatty looked at Wu.

Then, to Jiang Cheng's disbelief, Wu nodded.

Jiang Cheng became anxious. "Don't talk nonsense. This was clearly written by you. What does it have to do with me?"

This time, without even needing Wu to speak, Fatty interrupted Jiang Cheng with a knowing wink, his face full of the smugness of "Oh, I've discovered your little secret." "Come on, Doctor, don't act anymore. There are no outsiders here, and besides, does Brother Wu look like such a bored person?"

Hearing this, Wu shrugged his shoulders, then sat up straight, his face full of seriousness.

"You're acting against me?" Jiang Cheng felt that the world was going downhill, and even ghouls were coming out to deceive people.

Fatty took out his phone and took a series of photos of the wall, muttering as he took them, "I have to save these materials. I'll show them to Miss Wu later. She'll definitely be happy when she sees them."

Whether it was a coincidence or not, the blood characters on the wall became much more stable when Fatty was taking pictures, each one neatly arranged and very clear.

Seeing that Jiang Cheng intended to snatch the phone and destroy the evidence, Fatty hurriedly protected his phone and loudly enlightened him, "Doctor, don't be embarrassed. Don't worry, Miss Wu won't dislike you. Although she's a ghoul, you're not human either."