When Zhou Huan heard this news, that his own disciple had another eyelid twitch, he felt it was simply too improper. What was this ghost trying to pull? He glanced at his watch; it was already afternoon. Then Zhou Huan said, "Tianxiong can wait at home. I'll take Hong Kun over and be right back; it won't take too long. We should be back before dark. It seems this ghost hasn't finished its calculations yet."

In truth, Tianxiong wasn't afraid of the ghost's harassment, but with the three women of the Fushou Hall returned, protecting them would require some effort. Moreover, Tianxiong's twitching eyelid was the right one. People say the right eye twitches for wealth, but those who had it yesterday ended up dead. Conversely, those who had the right eye twitch for disaster are still alive. Thus, Tianxiong paid the twitch no mind, but he felt he needed to mention this sign to Zhou Huan.

Zhou Huan took Hong Kun out of the Fushou Hall and drove straight to Lingzi's company. Dongzi went to work as usual that day, but there was nothing for him to do at his post. He had actually snuck in to work while Zhou Huan was asleep that morning, only to fall asleep in the changing room by the gatehouse upon arrival.

Zhou Huan took Hong Kun upstairs and entered the manager’s office. He found Lingzi tidying up. The room’s furnishings were shining from being wiped down, and the floor and windows were immaculately clean. When she turned and saw Zhou Huan and Hong Kun arrive, she seemed slightly embarrassed. "Master Zhou, you’ve arrived so early. I thought you wouldn't be here for a while yet. I haven't even finished cleaning, and here you are. Really."

"It's fine, Lingzi’s room is already very clean. Did we interrupt your cleaning?" Zhou Huan asked Lingzi politely.

Lingzi offered a conciliatory smile, turned back to wipe a chair, and gestured invitingly, "Please, come in and sit. I’ll go get things for you." As Lingzi turned, her gaze lingered intentionally in Hong Kun’s eyes, that fleeting expression causing Hong Kun to feel lightheaded once more.

Zhou Huan smiled secretly. These two look like childhood sweethearts; like a turtle spotting green beans, they’ve locked eyes. As he thought this, Zhou Huan made up his mind to create an opportunity for them. He noticed Dongzi was nowhere in sight when he stood up; he must have come to work here. He decided he’d look for Dongzi in a bit.

A short while later, Lingzi came back from upstairs carrying a box. The box looked quite exquisite, inlaid with golden edges, skillfully crafted cloth textures, and fastened with a finely carved jade lock. The lock itself was clearly just for show; ultimately, the small box was merely a piece of art.

"Master Zhou, look, this is the diary left by our Jiangshi Sect. It records the experiences of our lineage, especially our ancestor Tianlang. It has over a thousand pages, documenting more than five hundred methods for dealing with Jiangshi. Please take a look!" As Lingzi handed the book to Zhou Huan, she paused. "Since you and our ancestor were close friends in a past life, would you be willing to keep this book for safekeeping?"

"That's no problem, but... is this really appropriate?" Zhou Huan asked casually.

"What’s inappropriate about it? I actually hope you can understand what’s inside. Since you are in this line of work now, you’ll inevitably encounter such matters again. It might as well be given to you. I don't think my ancestor would blame me, especially since there are no successors left after me, and I don't intend to pass it down any further," Lingzi confided her true feelings.

Zhou Huan nodded and smiled. "Very well. To show my gratitude, I’ll leave my disciple Hong Kun here to help you clean the room, and I’ll go find Dongzi."

"Oh, Dongzi is in the guardroom in the backyard downstairs. He’s been sleeping for almost a full day," Lingzi said. After speaking, she glanced at Hong Kun, gave a sweet smile, and then set Hong Kun to work.

Zhou Huan descended from the manager’s office and passed by Hu Tingting’s office. He didn't actually know it was her office, but as he passed, he noticed the door was slightly ajar. Zhou Huan casually glanced inside, and what he saw shocked him profoundly, as it was an impossible person inside.

"Tingting, I’ve returned to avenge you. Don't worry, everyone who spoke ill of you will die. Sooner or later, I’ll make them join you down below." The voice belonged to the driver, and the figure Zhou Huan saw was also the driver's silhouette. This sight left Zhou Huan bewildered. He dared not disturb the people inside, nor could he believe his own eyes. Zhou Huan vigorously rubbed his eyes, but when he looked again, there was nothing inside. Zhou Huan felt uneasy. He pulled out his compass and began taking readings; nothing unusual appeared. Only then did Zhou Huan let out a long sigh and headed toward Dongzi’s guardroom.

After Zhou Huan left, the door to Hu Tingting’s office clicked shut tight.

Zhou Huan walked straight toward the guardroom where Dongzi was sleeping. Long before he reached the room, he could clearly hear Dongzi's snores. Lately, Zhou Huan and his disciples had been quite tired, and Zhou Huan himself felt a touch of fatigue. Suddenly, his right eyelid twitched violently. He couldn't help but overthink, but then he tried to comfort himself—it was all due to exhaustion.

Zhou Huan quietly entered the guardroom. He saw Dongzi sprawled on the guard’s cot, covered by a blanket, sleeping soundly with a long string of drool hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing his beloved disciple, Zhou Huan naturally felt pleased. He turned his attention to the rest of the guardroom. He firmly secured the windows, leaving the door slightly ajar. Then he noticed a locked box under the table inside. The box appeared to be very securely locked, with an exquisite lock on the outside.

"This Dongzi, why has this box never been opened? There should be something useful inside here," Zhou Huan muttered to himself. He found a piece of wire in the room and fiddled with the keyhole of the lock until the mechanism sprung open. When Zhou Huan lifted the lid, he found a very large plastic bag inside, bulging full. Zhou Huan opened the black plastic bag and was immediately stunned speechless.

Inside the black bag were stacks of Joss paper currency and various ingots.

This sight gave Zhou Huan a sudden new idea. He suddenly thought of the driver they had always overlooked. Why had the driver only sustained minor injuries before going mad? Was he truly insane, or was he faking it? What was going on? It seemed everyone had ignored this possibility from the start.

As Zhou Huan pondered this, the door behind him was slowly pushed open. Gusts of cool air blew against his back, alerting him. His hand instinctively reached into his tool pouch, instantly pulling out his copper coin sword, and he swung it behind him in a swift strike. When Zhou Huan focused his sight, there was nothing behind him.

He slapped his own forehead, realizing he was truly exhausted, so tired that he was hallucinating. This was a bit abnormal. Zhou Huan let out a breath, sheathed his copper coin sword, and turned back, intending to wake Dongzi and return to the Fushou Hall together.

When Zhou Huan turned, he discovered Dongzi was gone. The cot was empty. Zhou Huan felt truly confused at this moment. Why was everything so mysterious? Was even his disciple playing hide-and-seek with him?

"Brother, when did you get here? Why did you bring so much burning paper? Look how much you’ve spilled on the floor, I’ll help you clean it up." Zhou Huan looked back at the bed and saw Dongzi squatting on the floor, gathering the joss paper and ingots Zhou Huan had presumably scattered.

Only then did Zhou Huan breathe a sigh of relief. "Oh, I forgot. Once you’ve cleaned up, we’ll head back to the Fushou Hall."

At this moment, another gust of wind swept through the doorway of the guardroom behind Zhou Huan. Dongzi’s expression shifted to one of utter astonishment, as if he had seen something unimaginable. Zhou Huan’s mind had reached the outermost boundary of vigilance. He spun around sharply and saw two figures standing at the doorway, staring at him.

The figures standing at the door were Hong Kun and Lingzi. Seeing them both smiling at him, Zhou Huan’s recent tension immediately dissipated somewhat. He turned back with a sheepish smile. "Let’s go back to the Fushou Hall. I’ll cook for you all tonight. Nothing should happen this evening; I need to take a good look at that Jiangshi Sect diary when we get back."