Xiao Xiao looked at Yang Feng.
Could this, in a way, also count as "one willing to fight and the other willing to take it"?
Until his final breath, Yang Feng's face was contorted with pain, but the corners of his mouth were slightly lifted.
Xiao Xiao turned around.
Behind him came the rustling sound of chewing.
The bond between Yang Feng and Hēijū—was it Bad Karma?
Even if it seemed like nothing good to others, something they would even avoid at all costs, it was still a bond Yang Feng cherished.
If no angels were willing to come near him, then even a demon would do.
Besides, he wasn't exactly a good person himself.
Otherwise, how could he have accepted so easily that Little Wolf ate people?
Perhaps compared to the malice he'd encountered before—the kind that had suffocated him and left him nowhere to run—
Little Wolf eating people was like him eating chicken, duck, or fish.
What was the big deal?
Besides, Little Wolf was by his side.
Besides, Little Wolf mattered more.
If Yang Feng had encountered some other demon instead of Hēijū, would his ending have been much better?
But there were no what-ifs.
Noticing the room had gone quiet, Xiao Xiao called softly, "Gǔdiāo."
"Cackle, cackle~"
"Caw—"
The laughter in Xiao Xiao's heart abruptly stopped.
"Ghost Owl, come back."
Xiao Xiao opened the door and left the room.
That familiar, nauseating stench washed over him.
Like an invisible barrier, it kept others from coming close.
He walked out of the apartment building.
Bright sunlight spilled down, making him squint slightly.
Yang Feng's home and the hallway had both been very dim.
He turned and looked up at the sixth-floor balcony.
Gǔdiāo had returned.
It was all over.
Both Hēijū's