Xie Zhifei felt his heart condition about to relapse. He quickly looked up at Li Buyan beside him, wanting to glean something from her expression.

But Li Buyan had her mouth half open, her entire face blank.

Time seemed frozen. Between heaven and earth there was no sound at all—silence that made one panic, tremble, go mad.

Just then, Yan Sanhe abruptly opened her eyes, breathing heavily while her gaze swiftly sought out Li Buyan’s.

Their eyes met.

Li Buyan saw shock in her eyes.

Anything that could shock Yan Sanhe—Li Buyan hurried to ask, “Sanhe, what did you see?”

“Close the coffin a bit first.”

Yan Sanhe’s face was white as a ghost, her body swaying unsteadily.

Suddenly, a large hand appeared before her.

“Grab my hand—come up quickly!”

Xie Zhifei crouched at the grave’s edge, unable to hide the worry in his eyes. Yan Sanhe drew a breath and extended her hand.

Xie Zhifei gently pulled, steadily drawing her to his side.

Drawing closer, he discovered Yan Sanhe’s cold sweat had already soaked through her clothing. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” Yan Sanhe gently withdrew her hand.

At this moment, Li Buyan leaped up, patted the dust from her hands, asking impatiently.

“What is her heart demon?”

“Dang, dang, dang, dang, dang!”

Yan Sanhe made a series of sounds somewhat weakly.

Pei Xiao: “…”

Xie Zhifei: “…”

Huiru: “…”

“Dang, dang, dang, dang, dang… What does this mean?” Li Buyan asked.

“Her heart demon…”

Yan Sanhe took a deep breath. “Is just such a sequence of gong sounds.”

A sequence of gong sounds?

Everyone looked at each other, dumbstruck.

Li Buyan: “…” Truly rare!

Pei Xiao: “…” Rarer than my grandmother’s black dog!

Xie Zhifei: “…” This time seems even harder!

“Miss Yan!”

Old Nun Huiru’s expression was extremely unpleasant. “How could her heart demon be…”

“Let’s return first. Right now I…”

Xie Zhifei reacted quickly, immediately crouching before her. “Quick, climb on—I’ll carry you back!”

Li Buyan startled—how did this person steal my job again?

“No need!”

“Third Master carrying Miss for the second time.”

Xie Zhifei’s tone was quite unserious. “Yan Sanhe, give some face, won’t you?”

Yan Sanhe: “…”

Xie Zhifei continued, “The first time was also you.”

“Being so inefficient isn’t your style.”

Xie Zhifei snorted coldly. “I’m completely above board anyway.”

I’m not above board?

Yan Sanhe snorted lightly, her body pressing against his back, eyes closing as she fell into exhausted sleep.

As consciousness faded, two thoughts suddenly surged up:

This person’s back was indeed more comfortable than Buyan’s.

Jingchen’s heart demon—not simple!

“Li Buyan.” At this moment, Xie Zhifei suddenly called out.

“Ah?”

“Not trying to steal your job on purpose. Hold your soft sword ready—stay alert.”

“Stay alert against people or ghosts in this place?”

Li Buyan muttered while drawing her soft sword to look around. Not even a ghost’s shadow—Third Master Xie was being overly cautious!

The return journey, aside from insect chirping, no one spoke. Every face bore extreme gravity.

How could someone’s heart demon be a sequence of gong sounds?

Where did she hear this sequence of gong sounds?

Gong sounds and nuns don’t match!

Most grave was Pei Mingting.

He glanced at the person on Xie Wushi’s back, then at his own not-so-robust frame, feeling somewhat blocked, somewhat sour, with an indescribable taste.

If he’d known Yan Sanhe did this kind of work, he should have trained his body with Xie Wushi, strengthened his physique—then the one carrying his wife would be him.

What business would Xie Wushi have!

Xie Wushi was currently lost in wild thoughts too.

Each time sensing a deceased’s heart demon, this girl seemed to have all her yang energy drained. No wonder her body was ice cold.

Ice cold was one thing—she was also very light.

She didn’t eat little—where did it all go?

The group returned to Water Moon Nunnery. Unexpectedly, a carriage stood at the nunnery gate, with Zhu Qing and Huang Qi standing before it.

Xie Zhifei looked at Li Buyan. “You two take the carriage. Give me and Mingting the horses.”

Li Buyan’s eyes narrowed to slits in surprise. “Third Master, you’re something!”

“It’s not Third Master who’s something—it’s Lord Pei who’s something!”

Didn’t you see this was the Pei family carriage? Blind!

Lord Pei lifted the carriage curtain. “Put her inside.”

Xie Zhifei and Li Buyan worked together to place the person in the carriage. Li Buyan patted Lord Pei’s shoulder. “Lord Pei is quite considerate and protective. I thank you on my miss’s behalf.”

Lord Pei’s face reddened. Hey, this girl really could read people.

“Master.”

Xie Zhifei cupped his fists toward Huiru. “Tomorrow Miss Yan will come to the nunnery again. With that, we take our leave.”

Huiru pressed her palms together. “Amitabha!”

The carriage raced along the official road. A full hour later, they reached West City Gate.

The gate had already been lowered. Zhu Qing went to knock on the guard’s door and slipped some silver. The group successfully entered the city.

Upon entering, Huang Qi discovered several shadows following furtively behind.

He coughed once toward Third Master. Third Master’s peripheral vision swept around, and he inclined his head slightly. “Mingting, come stay at the Xie residence with me.”

Pei Mingting for once didn’t retort, only responding, “Alright!”

…

Yan Sanhe woke from sleep—it was already the next morning. Li Buyan wasn’t there, practicing martial arts as she had for ten years without fail.

Thinking of Jingchen’s heart demon, she felt somewhat restless, climbing up to wash and change.

Just finishing, someone knocked at the window.

At this hour knocking at windows—only Xie Zhifei.

Opening the window to look—indeed it was him.

Wearing official robes, eyes somewhat sunken, eye sockets somewhat dark, pupils glinting with a trace of innocence.

Yan Sanhe thought: It’s precisely this trace of innocence that makes young ladies and married women’s hearts melt completely.

Innocent Third Master Xie opened with roguish words. “There’s business at the office today, so I can’t accompany you to Water Moon Nunnery. Be careful on your own.”

Yan Sanhe nodded, indicating she’d taken it in.

“This…”

“Be quicker!”

Xie Zhifei squeezed out through clenched teeth, “Eat more from now on—too light.”

Yan Sanhe’s face darkened, also squeezing out through clenched teeth, “Many thanks to Third Master yesterday.”

“That…”

“Does Third Master have other instructions?”

Xie Zhifei once more squeezed through clenched teeth, “Don’t eat too much either—heavy!”

Yan Sanhe’s face completely darkened.

Xie Zhifei watched her frustrated expression, his mood vastly improved, striding away.

After walking several dozen zhang, he stopped.

Very strange!

He clearly liked her, yet didn’t want to be like Pei Mingting, bringing this today, bringing that tomorrow to win her favor.

He just wanted to tease her, provoke her, pester her, to add more liveliness to that expressionless face.

What would that person look like when truly angry?

“Master.”

Zhu Qing approached. “Lord Pei and the others have already left.”

Xie Zhifei shed his playful expression. “Choose someone skilled, follow Yan Sanhe from a distance, starting today. Be careful Li Buyan doesn’t discover you.”

“Yes!”