Braised Grilled Fish Isn't Something I Like to Eat (The Weather's Getting Hotter and Hotter Lately)

By Fang Zheng's standards, the Innsmouth inn was so terrible it was worse than the ruined mountain god temple in Chinese Paladin World.

At least the mountain god temple looked somewhat presentable. This inn, however, looked more like a pigsty. Not only was there only one usable guest room, but the bathroom had actually been nailed shut with wooden boards. When they asked the owner, he claimed it was being repaired because of a leak. Other than a bed and a sofa, there was nothing in the room. Even the electric lights were broken, leaving them with only kerosene lamps...

This left not only Fang Zheng looking grim, but Francis wearing a melancholy expression as well. It was already dark, and the innkeeper even charged extra for kerosene lamps. If this had been the present day, Fang Zheng would have called consumer protection to file a complaint out of sheer annoyance. Unfortunately, there was no such thing in that era, and even if there had been... it would have had nothing to do with this godforsaken place.

What could they do?

There was no choice but to sleep.

Thus, Francis lay on the bed while Fang Zheng slept on the sofa nearby. As for Little Angel, she still used her invisibility to lie on top of Fang Zheng—Francis could not detect her anyway. Holding the tiny, soft Little Angel in his arms, Fang Zheng naturally felt quite content and comfortable.

At first, Francis tried chatting with Fang Zheng. However, they had traveled all day and wandered around Innsmouth for quite some time, so they were already exhausted. As they talked, Francis gradually fell asleep. Only Fang Zheng remained awake, quietly chatting with Nymph about all sorts of nonsense.

No one knew how much time passed before Little Angel, lying atop