The second floor was arranged more simply. Yang Xiao found another bedroom there with clean bedding that clearly had been changed recently. The doors and windows were all intact without any signs of being tampered with. Opening a window, he looked out to see a small garden below, covered with a soft layer of fallen leaves.
Yang Xiao was quite satisfied with this bedroom, as he could lock the door from the inside at night, and in case of danger, he could also escape through the window.
With his current physical abilities, as long as he was careful, a jump from this height wouldn't cause much harm.
Sitting on the bed, Yang Xiao slowly let out a breath of stale air. He had given Monk Wukong the newspaper in the taxi, and now only had his phone and some money in his pocket.