"I've already told you all I can about that wood spirit. It's very timid and usually disguises itself as prison railings within the Stairway of the Hanging Prison... Oh, a reminder: if you cannot find it, you'd best not pry apart the prison railings one by one. That would not only expose your intentions, but also frighten it even more. There is absolutely no chance of persuading it."
"Most importantly, prying at the railings may also bring you into unforeseen danger."
Angel asked, "What danger?"
Day shrugged. "I can't say. Besides, I haven't entered the Stairway of the Hanging Prison in a very, very long time. What it is like inside, I've only heard about."
After hearing Day out, Dox pondered for a moment before saying, "He can't say because of a contract. Though we don't know what kind of contract it is, ordinary contracts usually become void once the place they guard has completely vanished. Since Day's contract remains in effect, does that mean the Stairway of the Hanging Prison is still serving its old purpose?"
Dox narrowed his eyes. "That unforeseen danger might be some ancient monsters that have lived for ten thousand years, still imprisoned inside."
It was rare for Dox to analyze something seriously. Listening carefully, everyone felt that it truly sounded somewhat plausible.
Angel hesitated, then asked, "Did inspiration strike?"
Dox replied irritably, "If I don't have inspiration, I can't make analyses and judgments? You really underestimate me."
After a pause, Dox suddenly changed expressions and said in a joking tone, "How about it? Guess whether inspiration struck me or not."
Angel gave Dox a long look. Rather than play his guessing game, he turned to Day. "Is what he said possible?"
Day said, "I don't know. However, his argument about contracts was wrong."
Angel