Nie Xiaochun pleaded.

Ye Yang spoke up.

What else could I say?

I could only let Lao Liu stay. However, I warned Lao Liu that if it happened again, I wouldn't just be chasing him away, I'd be killing him.

After I sent Lao Liu away, I ordered takeout and waited specifically for Wen Yile to arrive.

We hadn't agreed on anything beforehand, but I had a feeling that Wen Yile would come to see me today.

Before Wen Yile arrived, Yun Shang walked in and said, "Your takeout."

I looked at the dishes on the table: "Did you make these?"

I have a habit of only ordering a few specific items for late-night snacks; I never order anything else.

But today, I was inviting Wen Yile for a drink, so I didn't order my usual late-night snacks.

Yun Shang nodded slightly, and I smiled as I picked up a side dish and took a bite: "Home-cooked meals still taste the best."

Yun Shang wrinkled her nose: "Didn't you say that I'm just lodging at your place?"

"That's right!" I quickly said before Yun Shang could react, "You run the Black and White Clinic, and I take care of the art of divination business. We're not in the same business, so we're not even considered to be from the same school, right?"

"But, it's different when we eat. We sit at the same table every day, so we're definitely family. You agree, right? Sis!"

Yun Shang pouted: "I really don't want to believe you."

"It's not a matter of believing or not. That's just how it is..." As I was circling around with Yun Shang, a light cough came from outside the door.

Wen Yile had arrived!

Wen Yile walked in with a smile: "Am I disturbing you two?"

"There's no disturbing!" I cupped my fist in greeting: "We were waiting for you."

Wen Yile looked at the four dishes on the table: "Pig ears, peanuts. These are all good with wine. This wine is also excellent!"

Wen Yile picked up a wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, exhaling a breath of satisfaction: "Good wine! It's been a long time since I've had such fragrant wine. Wine has to be made by a confidante to be good!"

I was surprised and picked up my wine glass to smell it: This wine really wasn't something you could buy outside. The fragrant aroma of wine had a hint of perfume. Did Yun Shang make this wine?

Wen Yile said: "A true winery doesn't let women interfere. Because the god of wine is a man, and women like to control men and not let them drink."

"But the truly good wine comes from the hands of women. The rouge scent in the wine will make it even more fragrant."

"Wine without the scent of rouge is just wine, no matter how good it is."

While Wen Yile was speaking, I had already picked up the wine pot and wanted to pour another cup for him, but he waved his hand and said: "Many years ago, I was known as the man who could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk! Now, I only drink one cup of wine."

"Not for any other reason, just to reminisce about the taste of wine."

"Thank you! This is the best wine I've had in years."

I put down the wine pot and said: "I think, Brother Wen, you're a hermit, but I can't tell if you've seen through the affairs of the world? Or have you just taken them lightly?"

"A hermit, yes, but a master, no!" Wen Yile smiled: "I'm in the jianghu (martial world), but I don't ask about the jianghu, which counts as being a hermit."

"But I don't have the wise eyes of a hermit who has seen through the world. Or rather, I have seen through it, but I can't let it go. Just a mediocre person!"

Wen Yile smiled bitterly: "A mediocre hermit has nothing worth telling except for disturbing himself with memories. Alright, let's not talk about these things."

Wen Yile waved his hand slightly and said: "You must be wondering why I came to help you, right? Because I owe you money."

When I gave Wen Yile the money, I just thought he was an interesting person and didn't think too much about it. I didn't expect that this good deed would save my life.

I smiled and poured myself a glass of wine: "Brother, would you like to owe me some more money?"

Wen Yile was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "You're an interesting person!"

As he spoke, Wen Yile stood up: "There are some things that I shouldn't say, but since I drank your wine today, it counts as owing you another favor. I'll tell you something as repayment for this cup of wine!"

"The coffin you brought back from Xiaoshan Village is a bit interesting! If you want to unlock the secret of this coffin, you have to find someone who specializes in playing with coffins."

"Those who play with coffins all come from the Coffin Gate. There happens to be someone from the Coffin Gate in the provincial capital. He lives on Fengshui Street, not far from Zhang Fang's Zhang Family Old Shop. That person is called: Eight-Foot Old Man."

I frowned slightly: "I am a successor of the Coffin Gate, how come I haven't heard of such a person?"

"You?" Wen Yile looked at me with a non-smiling expression: "You don't seem to be a successor of the Coffin Gate, because you don't know how to play with coffins."

"Forget it, I won't say much about your sect's affairs. If you want to find the Eight-Foot Old Man, walk eighty steps from the entrance of Fengshui Street, stop at whichever door, and go inside and ask him where the Eight-Foot Hall is?"

"If the other party doesn't say, then give him money, keep giving him until he says it. As for how much you have to give to make him remember the Eight-Foot Hall, it depends on luck."

Wen Yile said: "You must never use secret arts to peek into the other party's memory, and don't use force. Both of these methods will cost you your life. If the Eight-Foot Old Man wants to kill you, no one can stop him."

"You must remember!"