In the enormous hall, wave after wave of suffocation struck at everyone’s hearts.

Shock, horror, incredulity, unbelievability… these emotions had become past tense, leaving only intense panic circling in their hearts.

Not only were Xie Zhifei’s eyes showing dark circles, they even faintly showed black. His entire person existed in a state of soul leaving body.

Seeing Xie Fifty’s complexion, Young Master Pei knew this person couldn’t be counted on. So he nudged the person on the other side with his toe tip: Heroine, come, pinch me.

Heroine Li’s brain turned slowly, but her hand moved very fast—twisting viciously at his waist.

Owww—

Young Master Pei gasped from the pain, his brain suddenly clearing.

So, operating with an already frightened hoarse voice, he asked Xuyun a very profound question:

“So Yan Sanhe’s heart demons are actually two—one large, one small. The large one is the Zheng family, the small one is the osmanthus fragrance.

She resolved the Zheng family one herself. The osmanthus fragrance one—we few must help her resolve. Is that right?”

This question made even Xuyun want to sigh.

Lord Pei, are you hard of hearing, or do you have comprehension problems?

He resignedly nodded.

Lord Pei didn’t notice Xuyun’s disdain for him, asking on his own: “If we resolve the heart demon, what will happen to Yan Sanhe?”

“She’ll recover her lost two ethereal souls and six corporeal souls, wake up, and from then on be no different from a normal person.”

“Then… if… I’m saying if…”

Pei Xiao swallowed: “…we can’t resolve her heart demon?”

At these words, Xie Zhifei and Li Buyan beside him both shuddered, their souls collectively returning.

Li Buyan quickly asked: “What will happen to her?”

Xuyun glanced at the old monk. The old monk, who’d had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, speaking slowly: “She will die!”

“Resolve it, resolve it right now.”

Li Buyan leaped up with a bound. Whatever yin-yang-heaven, whatever heaven-earth-ghosts, whatever cause and effect retribution, whatever without-fate-no-gathering—this lady didn’t want to know any of it.

Right now, this lady only knew one thing: Yan Sanhe must not die!

“Third Master, Young Master Pei, get up. Come, let’s hurry and discuss how to resolve it.”

Hearing the word “die,” how could Xie Zhifei still manage to stand? The soul that had just returned immediately left again.

Only one thought remained in his mind—if she died, what would he do?

Pei Xiao scrambled up from the ground using both hands and feet. “Before discussing, we must first clarify things.”

Li Buyan was anxious. “The matter’s already laid out plainly—what more is there to ask?”

Pei Xiao patted her shoulder soothingly, speaking warmly: “There’s much more to ask. Don’t panic—sit down first. I’ll ask.”

Li Buyan looked at the hand on her shoulder. Her heart felt struck by something again—a bit sour, a bit numb.

She silently looked at Pei Xiao once, then wordlessly sat down in the chair.

Pei Xiao picked up the long-cold tea cup and drank half in one gulp, his voice carrying moisture.

“Master, why doesn’t Yan Sanhe have any memories from before age eight?”

The master was too lazy to answer such a nutritionless question and closed his eyes.

Xuyun took over: “She’s missing two ethereal souls and six corporeal souls—naturally she remembers nothing of past events.”

“That’s not right!”

Young Master Pei: “She still has one ethereal soul and one corporeal soul in her body. She shouldn’t remember nothing at all.”

Hearing these words, the old monk’s eyes suddenly opened. His gaze swept over Young Master Pei like seeing a ghost, thinking: This person isn’t completely stupid after all.

“When people encounter major upheaval, they have two reactions.”

“Which two?”

“One is to firmly remember everything in their heart, not forgetting a single detail. The other is to block out all memories, not retaining a single detail.”

Yan Sanhe was the latter?

Blocked out all memories?

“Then…”

Pei Xiao spoke hesitatingly: “As that incense burned down bit by bit, Yan Sanhe would forget things bit by bit. The more it burned toward the end, the more she forgot. Master, what’s going on with this?”

The master closed his eyes again.

“She borrowed my master’s life. As the ten-year agreement drew closer and closer, she would slowly return to the initial state when she first met my master.”

Xuyun: “At that time, there was no you all, no those events, so she would forget all memories from these ten years.”

So that’s how it was!

Pei Xiao: “If we help her resolve the heart demon, will those memories come back?”

Xuyun: “Not only will the ten years’ memories return, even memories from before age eight will return, because all her souls and corporeal souls will have been recovered.”

“Then…”

Pei Xiao pointed at the coffin and asked: “If she dies when we can’t resolve the heart demon, does this heart demon have a time limit? Can I resolve it over ten or eight years?”

Xuyun: “There is one!”

Pei Xiao: “How many years?”

Xuyun seemed somewhat reluctant to say, looking at his master again.

The old monk helplessly opened his eyes: “Seven days!”

“What?”

Pei Xiao and Li Buyan cried out simultaneously.

Pei Xiao was puzzled. “Master, doesn’t she have three streams of energy in her body? Doesn’t she receive protection from heaven, earth, and ghosts?”

“Protect for an entire lifetime?”

The old monk pointed at Pei Xiao. “You common mortals—every single one of you has insatiable greed.”

I’m greedy?

Pei Xiao glanced at Xie Zhifei whose soul wasn’t in his body: I’m afraid he’ll have some mishap.

And that one too.

He glanced at Li Buyan from the corner of his eye: This little lady can barely hold on either!

The little lady practically rushed before the old monk, dropping to her knees with a thud.

“Master, name your price—mountains of gold and silver, I’ll get them for you. I beg you to help—give us more time.”

Seven days—how could that be enough?

Previously, which heart demon didn’t take several months to resolve?

“These seven days…”

The old monk sighed deeply. “Were saved by that jade pendant. By rights, once that incense burned out, she should have been a dead person.”

Li Buyan froze. “Wh-what do you mean?”

“That jade pendant you stuffed into her hand isn’t an object of the yang realm. It’s an object of utmost yin and purity that can… aiya, why am I telling you all this?”

The old monk suddenly grew irritable for some reason.

“Just remember one thing—by tomorrow’s early morning, there are six days left. After six days pass, even immortals can only stare helplessly. Disciple.”

Xuyun pulled an hourglass from his carrying bundle and set it in the middle of the table.

Li Buyan looked up—that hourglass was already dropping sand grain by grain.

Done for!

She couldn’t help feeling grief welling up from within, tears streaming down.

Pei Xiao silently looked at Li Buyan once. His Adam’s apple moved several times, but in the end he didn’t dare console her. Instead, he walked before the old monk and also dropped to his knees with a thud.

“Master, your magical powers are boundless. Can you take me to the yin realm so I can smell that osmanthus fragrance and help Yan Sanhe…”

“Fool, fool!”

The old monk slapped the table in anger, his voice rising several degrees: “Disciple?”

Xuyun walked to the window and pushed open the doors with both hands.

A refreshing osmanthus fragrance drifted faintly into everyone’s noses.

Yes, in another half-month it would be the eighth month.

In the eighth month, osmanthus flowers were most fragrant.

Xie Zhifei, whose soul had been out of body for quite some time, shuddered all over and regained awareness again.

He struggled to stand, walked to the coffin’s edge, gazed tenderly at the person inside, the corner of his mouth revealing a slightly eerie smile.

“Girl, I’ll help you resolve this heart demon!”