Chapter 107: Spending the Night, You Must Behave Yourself

Wujue waved his hand and said, "No need, Xun’er, calm down. She..." He glanced at Alice, who was still unconscious, slumped in the chair, then quietly approached Xun’er and whispered a few words about Alice’s background.

Xun’er was clever and immediately understood what Wujue meant. Yet, she was still quite displeased. “Oh, you say they’re all dead! Then there’s no need for witchcraft. Just go ahead and do the autopsy. Come on, let me make the first cut, open her up and see for myself.”

She brandished a knife and fork with fierce eyes, looking downright sinister and wicked! Wujue unconsciously swallowed hard—this must be the jealousy of a woman; truly terrifying!

Before he could say anything, he suddenly noticed some unusual noise outside the door. Listening carefully, he immediately understood: Ter and Meowpu, along with the others, were hiding outside, probably in cahoots with Xun’er, trying to watch the spectacle, maybe even place bets.

Clearing his throat, Wujue said seriously, “Since that’s the case, I’ll leave it to you. Remember, be gentle when cutting; don’t waste the good parts—that’s precious food.”

Such wicked words! The eavesdroppers outside were so startled they nearly lost control of themselves. Just then, the door suddenly swung open with a whoosh, as if pulled by some force. The group outside lost their footing and tumbled inside.

Seeing Wujue shake his head and Xun’er smile apologetically, they knew Wujue had seen through them. One by one, they pretended nothing had happened and slipped away.

Meowpu grumbled, “Playing word games late at night—does tearing things apart really sound better?”

Xun’er tried to run but was stopped by Wujue, who pressed her head down and said, “Where are you rushing off to? Didn’t you say you wanted to dissect Alice? Don’t run off!”

“Seriously, Big Monk, you really want me to be cruel?” Xun’er stuck out her tongue in reply.

Wujue patted her head and said, “I just want to see what’s on Alice’s mind. We need to know if she’s dangerous and what her purpose is.”

After explaining this to Xun’er, Wujue left the room, deciding to leave the space to these two women at odds with each other.

That night, after a brief rest and organizing the items they had acquired, Wujue and Ter began planning their next target.

After tidying up, they set off for the next city, hoping to find new allies along the way.

The injured canines expressed their desire to find a quiet place to settle temporarily, having grown weary of the endless battles with the Tianzhu Clan.

Luke and Pike volunteered to help care for these dogs until a suitable refuge was found.

At that time, they would decide whether to reunite with Wujue.

Wujue understood well that all good things must come to an end. Pike and the others had accompanied him this far, which was a debt of gratitude.

After exchanging farewells, they prepared to part ways the following day.

Once everyone retired, Xun’er finally finished her own tasks and unexpectedly came to Wujue’s room, requesting a briefing.

“Can’t this wait until tomorrow?” Wujue was about to change clothes and sleep. Xun’er’s sudden intrusion was inconvenient.

Xun’er smiled. “What’s there to be afraid of? Do you have something to hide? I haven’t even blamed you yet for that interrogation—you were too harsh on Alice. Isn’t that unfair?”

Wujue chuckled. “What, are you here to defend her? Then you must know who Alice really is—a killer from the Ming organization. Her disguise is beyond what you can imagine.”

“Of course I figured that out, or else why would I be here talking to you?” Xun’er sat boldly on Wujue’s bed, slipping off her shoes and crossing her legs. “Listen carefully—I’ve dug up quite a bit of gossip!”

Wujue scratched his head. “Looks like you’re determined to bother me tonight. Go ahead, I’m all ears.”

He sat nearby, giving her space, ready to listen.

Xun’er edged closer and began her torrent of gossip. “About Alice—don’t underestimate her. She thinks her strong psychological resilience allows her to fool everyone, but I’ve seen through it. Alice is a multiple personality superhuman.”

“What? Superpowers and multiple personalities?” Wujue was confused. Based on Huron’s experience, mixing those terms rarely ended well.

“Exactly, I was shocked at first too,” Xun’er nodded. “Alice was born with an exceptional ability to mimic. Under the Angel’s training, she gradually developed a unique multiple personality. Usually, multiple personalities indicate schizophrenia tendencies, but for Alice, it became a perfect tool for missions.”

“Whenever she goes undercover, a new personality forms inside her mind, completely independent from her core self, so lifelike it’s flawless.”

“That’s why she never slips up on assignments—no flaws can be found.”

“Once the mission ends, the corresponding personality vanishes, evaporating from her consciousness until another one forms.”

“This ability is purely mental but serves as an excellent disguise for a woman.”

“However, Alice’s multiple personalities are like a ticking time bomb. After repeated missions, signs of psychosis inevitably appear.”

“To prevent her from becoming a liability, the organization hypnotizes her, erasing all memories related to them before she turns threatening.”

“Your interrogation nearly pushed Alice to the brink—she was one step away from becoming mentally incapacitated.”

Wujue sighed, “Such terrifying things exist in the world. That was close. So what did you do to Alice?”

“Nothing much, I just saved her life,” Xun’er smiled mischievously. “And turned her into my servant. From now on, Alice dares not contradict me and must address me as ‘Lady Witch’!”

Wujue shook his head speechlessly but acknowledged one thing: Alice had come under secret orders from the organization to get close to him.

“You’d better be careful. Ming is a formidable organization,” Wujue warned. “If we provoke them, we may never be safe again. But for now, I need to rest. Shouldn’t you be going?”

Finally, the conversation turned to the key question: how to get this restless Xun’er out of his room.

But Xun’er suddenly smiled and flopped down in front of him, chuckling. “What, afraid to be with me? I’ve helped you so much on the journey here. Why do you still treat me like some stranger, keeping me at arm’s length?”

Wujue felt awkward, scratching his head. “Xun’er, I was a monk after all. Besides, I’m much older than you. There are boundaries between men and women. I have to be careful about appearances.”

“Hmph, and yet you’re so close with Alice!” Xun’er retorted, poking at his sore spot.

“That was a misunderstanding, why don’t you believe me?” Wujue sensed she was about to throw a tantrum and prepared to counter.

“Or, if you can’t sleep, how about we exchange some witchcraft knowledge? Your father has many secrets I could teach you. Perfect time for a late-night study session!”

“No!” Xun’er groaned, rubbing her head and flopping face-down on the bed. “I hate studying. You might as well suffocate me! I’m sleepy and want to rest. Just coax me to sleep.”

“Hmm?” Now Wujue was the one troubled. Watching her ridiculous sleeping posture, one wondered if she was practicing some extreme meditation or frog-style kung fu.

Truly, it was speechless. She seemed to fall asleep immediately, snoring softly, clutching Wujue’s hand.

Since it had come to this, Wujue gently patted her shoulder a few times until she settled into peaceful slumber.

A faint smile appeared on Xun’er’s face as she muttered, “Mm, I want to hear a song. Sing me ‘Grandma’s Bridge’…”

“Grandma’s Bridge?” Wujue felt teased. He started reciting Buddhist scriptures instead. After a while, Xun’er covered her ears, shouting, “No, no, that’s awful!”

She tossed and turned for a while, then somehow ended up wrapped around Wujue’s arm. Finally, she stopped fussing.

Wujue looked down—how could she fall asleep like this? He was truly speechless.

He wanted to get up but was firmly held by Xun’er’s arms, impossible to break free.

In the end, he resigned himself to lying there with Xun’er half nestled in his embrace, peacefully asleep.

In the middle of the night, a faint flame flickered at the tip of Xun’er’s finger, seemingly burning away something beneath the bed.