Yan Qi shook his head and said, “‘Loyal Dog’ isn’t enough. Don't forget, it was also our savior…”

  Wang Dong said, “The tombstone can wait, but we must write a eulogy first.”

  Guo Dalu asked, “You know how to write a eulogy?”

  He nodded, then suddenly stood up and recited in a loud voice, “A dog in a coffin, bound by loyalty and friendship. Had you not come, we would have gone. On the tenth day, we offer incense, flowers, and wine. As…”

  A pig must not be too fat, and a person must not be too clever.

  A fat pig is always the first to be sughtered. If a person wants to live happily, they must carry a bit of foolishness and do a few foolish things.

  That doesn't mean they are truly fools.

  Of course, they knew that a cat couldn't cook for itself and that a dog couldn't put itself into a coffin. This cat and dog must have had an owner. But who was this person?

  Yan Qi said, “The one who sent the coffin must have already known that Nangong Chou wasn't dead.”

  Guo Dalu agreed, “Yes, he sent the coffin to tell us that Nangong Chou was still alive.”

  Yan Qi nodded. “He had known about Nangong's scheme all along.”

  Guo Dalu frowned. “But why didn’t he just tell us directly?”

  Yan Qi said, “Because he was reluctant to meet us.”

  Lin Taiping said, “Why? If he has no ill intentions, why act so secretively?”

  Guo Dalu said, “I think this person must be a woman.”

  Yan Qi asked, “What makes you say that?”

  Guo Dalu replied, “Only a woman would do something so secretive and inexplicable.”

  Yan Qi put on a serious face and said, “Even if a woman does things like this, it's only because men are even more inexplicable.”

  Guo Dalu ughed and said, “Don't forget, you're a man too.”

  Yan Qi shot back, “And remember, you were born from a woman.”

  Wang Dong looked at Yan Qi and suddenly said, “Men naturally look down on women, and women naturally look down on men. That's just how it is—it's been this way for thousands of years, and it will still be this way for thousands more. So…”

  Yan Qi asked, “So what?”

  Wang Dong said, “So there’s really nothing to argue about. I don't understand why you're always so interested in this topic.”

  He sighed and continued, “I already had enough problems to deal with, and now I have even more!”

  Guo Dalu asked, “What's the new problem?”

  Wang Dong said, “Nangong Chou.”

  Nangong Chou wasn't dead—because no one wanted to kill him.

  None of them wanted to kill, especially not someone who had already been defeated.

  At least Nangong Chou was right about one thing: “Some people are simply incapable of killing, and they'll never learn how.”

  Guo Dalu said, “That’s true—he really is a problem.”

  Lin Taiping asked, “But haven't we already locked him up?”

  Guo Dalu replied, “Yes.”

  Lin Taiping asked, “Are you afraid he'll escape?”

  Guo Dalu said, “He can't escape.”

  A man bound up like a dumpling has no chance of getting away.

  Lin Taiping asked, “If he can't escape, then what's the problem?”

  Guo Dalu sighed, “That is the problem. Since he can't escape, that means we have to keep watching him, right?”

  Lin Taiping nodded.

  Guo Dalu smiled bitterly, “We can barely feed ourselves—how are we supposed to take care of someone else?”

  Lin Taiping finally understood and frowned. “Then we should just let him go.”

  Guo Dalu shook his head. “A man like him can't be set free.”

  Lin Taiping said, “So what—are we supposed to feed him for the rest of his life?”

  Guo Dalu said, “And that's precisely the problem.”

  Yan Qi suddenly said, “We can make him support himself.”

  Guo Dalu's eyes lit up immediately. “That’s right! He's much richer than we are.”

  Yan Qi nodded. “At the very least, he just made a fortune off Feng Qiwu.”

  Guo Dalu stood up. “I'll go ask him right now—find out where he hid those jewels.”

  Yan Qi asked, “Do you really think he'll tell you?”

  Guo Dalu grinned. “I may not be a torture rack, but I have my ways.”

  Yan Qi chuckled. “Looks like someone has learned a few tricks from the professionals.”