The delicious dumplings put everyone in a good mood. Even as Song Yan lay down, he was still savoring the taste of the dumplings. These days, it was mostly wild vegetable dumplings and flatbread.

Song Yan stayed awake until Wei Aiguo's even breathing had been heard for a long time before she quietly got up and went out.

Wei Aiguo was very alert. He knew Song Yan got up. He assumed Song Yan had gotten up to use the restroom.

Wei Aiguo sat bolt upright; he heard the sound of the door latch being pulled. Last time, Wei Aiguo had misunderstood Song Yan, but what about this time? What was a woman doing out in the middle of the night?

Song Yan walked cautiously ahead, carrying a small shovel. Wei Aiguo quietly followed behind.

If Song Yan continued walking, she would be out of the village. The only direction she was heading was a mountain god temple on a hill. There were over a hundred steps leading up to the temple.

Song Yan was considered brave even among women; she had seen dead bodies and corpses before. But even in the dead of night, her hair stood on end, and her nerves were taut. Just as she reached the entrance of the mountain god temple, a woman's exclamation suddenly came from inside. Startled, Song Yan lost her footing. A large hand covered her mouth. Her scream was swallowed back, and her body fell into a hard embrace. The small shovel was also snatched away. Song Yan was terrified and instinctively struggled, but the arm holding her was like an iron clamp, unmoving. A low voice whispered in her ear, "Don't move. I'm Wei Aiguo."

It was Wei Aiguo. He'd thought he'd encountered a ghost, but now he could hear the sounds from the temple clearly. Turns out it was just a pair of prostitutes. Song Yan's heart eased, and he collapsed into Wei Aiguo's arms.

"Li De, there seems to be some movement, go check it out!"

"There's not a single ghost outside, only the wind, what are you afraid of..."

Indescribable sounds came from inside the temple. When Wei Aiguo caught Song Yan, Song Yan struggled violently. He could already feel the softness of Song Yan's chest. Now, Song Yan was completely limp in his arms. Wei Aiguo's face flushed instantly. Wei Aiguo felt completely overwhelmed! "Don't tell me to slowly let go."

Although she knew they hadn't encountered a ghost, Song Yan was still reeling from the sudden fear. All she wanted to do was scream. The moment Wei Aiguo released his hand from her mouth, Song Yan immediately covered her own mouth with her own. Wei Aiguo tried to pull his other hand away, but Song Yan clung tightly to him, just like Wei Ping when he acted like a scoundrel. Wei Aiguo didn't want to indulge Song Yan and tried to throw her off. But she clung too tightly. He regretted it; he might as well let Song Yan fall. All of Song Yan's weight was on him. Wei Aiguo simply dragged Song Yan away. Once he was sure the mountain god temple couldn't hear them anymore, he threw Song Yan to the ground.

Song Yan lowered his voice and asked, "Why are you here?"

Wei Aiguo: "I've been following behind you the whole time."

"I always thought I was alone. If I had known there was someone behind me, I wouldn't have scared myself half to death," Song Yan couldn't help but complain.

To Wei Aiguo, it sounded like she was rambling and didn't want to answer his question. "You think you're right! I asked you why you came here?"

Song Yan was unsure whether to speak and remained silent for a moment.

"Could it be that you and your lover also arranged to meet here?" Wei Aiguo said sarcastically.

It's all the original owner's fault. "Don't slander me. I came here to find something. The mountain god temple is completely exposed, and I can't come here in broad daylight for fear of being seen."

Wei Aiguo regretted it again. He shouldn't have stopped Song Yan when she was about to fall; he should have just let her die. "Then go find her!" Wei Aiguo turned and left.

Song Yan, still sitting on the ground, grabbed Wei Aiguo's pants. "You're already here, just wait for me a bit." Fear overcame his desire to keep it a secret. So what if Wei Aiguo knows?

Is Song Yan really not here to see his lover? "Then I'll wait and see what you're looking for."

The dilapidated temple door creaked open. Wei Aiguo quickly grabbed Song Yan and pulled him into the shadows beside the steps.

The crescent moon in the sky was hazy, and two figures could be vaguely seen at the temple entrance. The man was Li De, Song Yan recognized his voice. Who was the woman?

"...This place is too scary in the middle of the night, let's go somewhere else next time!" came the woman's voice.

“It’s good to scare people. If we scare them, no one will come. We don’t need to worry.” Li De’s voice rang out.

"Don't you have women in your family?"

"Can that compare to you?"...

The sound faded into the distance, and Wei Aiguo stood up.

"Wei Aiguo, I'm a living, breathing person, not an object that can be thrown away or picked up at will." Song Yan muttered, his body aching from the bumps, as he walked towards the mountain god temple. Following the temple wall to the southeast corner, Song Yan squatted down to look at the marker Old Han had mentioned. The light was too dim, and it took her a long time to find the spot. Song Yan started digging with a small shovel.

"I'll do it." Wei Aiguo didn't give anyone a chance to refuse and picked up the shovel to dig. After digging about a foot deep, he hit something and slowed down. "What is that?"

“It’s a pulse diagnosis record, and a medical book. A pulse diagnosis record is a record of a patient’s treatment process.” Song Yan’s voice softened. This was not only the result of Old Han’s many years of medical practice, but also his family’s medical books. Song Yan’s heart was filled with unprecedented reverence.

"Did Old Han give it to you?" Wei Aiguo immediately thought of Old Han.

"Yes." Song Yan reached out and brushed the dirt off the oil paper package. It was quite a large package, and Song Yan weighed it in his hand; it weighed about twenty pounds.

Wei Aiguo backfilled the soil and covered it with some gravel. When he returned, Wei Aiguo carried the things himself.

Upon entering the room and lighting an oil lamp, Song Yan eagerly opened the oil paper package, inside which was a waterproof oilcloth… Only on the fourth layer were volumes of pulse diagnosis records. Song Yan took out the records one by one, revealing several old, thread-bound books underneath. They were clearly very old. There were prescriptions, pulse records, and even books on traditional Chinese medicine…

Wei Aiguo couldn't help but remind him, "These books must be very valuable. You should keep them safe now that they're in your hands." Wei Aiguo wasn't stupid. People often targeted Lao Han, and combined with what he saw today, he guessed pretty accurately.

"I know, I'll be careful." Song Yan didn't reject Wei Aiguo's good intentions. Besides, if anyone wanted to find what she hid, they'd be dreaming!