Chapter 556: The World of the Western Regions
A single lonely lamp bathed the guest room in warm light.
As was her habit in a new place, the cat circled the room, sniffing here and there before finally hopping onto the bed to investigate the scent of the blankets.
The swallow perched on the table, its head tucked in, eyes half-closed—clearly exhausted from catching demons earlier.
All of their belongings were placed beside the table.
After a while, the cat finally turned her head and said, “This place is weird.”
“So you sensed it too, Lady Calico?”
“Even the mice here don’t move!”
“I see.”
Song You leisurely went to wash up.
The cat followed him closely, shadowing his every step like a loyal watchdog. Throughout the process, she kept stretching her neck to peer outside the doors and windows, as if determined to guard the Daoist in this strange and unsettling place.
Just then, the Daoist finished washing up and bent down to pick her up.
At that moment, the bodyguard cat, who had been dutifully carrying out its security task with meticulous seriousness, suddenly went limp. Its entire body turned soft like cloth, easily lifted into a long, dangling strip, even swaying slightly without meaning to.