As soon as I put it on, I met a sickly man

Chapter 112 The visitor is evil

The carriage with carved beams and painted buildings slowly drove into the village entrance and stopped.

The horses pulling the carriage were not ordinary horses, but four rare snow-white Pegasus horses with manes as smooth as silk, shining with silver luster in the sun.

The carriage was surrounded by a dozen black-clad followers, each with a long sword on his waist, with sharp eyes, watching everything around him vigilantly.

This scene suddenly filled the originally quiet and peaceful village with a tense atmosphere.

The villagers poked their heads out of their homes and looked curiously at the suddenly appearing magnificent team.

The children hid behind the adults, their eyes wide open, whispering to each other.

There was an indescribable strange smell in the air, like the calm before the storm.

The carriage curtain was lifted by a slender white hand, and a young man in brocade clothes walked down.

He has a handsome face and elegant temperament, but there is an elusive depth in his eyes.

He looked around, a meaningful smile on his face.

This person is none other than Master Murong.

"Is this the village deacon?" Young Master Murong asked arrogantly, his eyes falling on Deacon Zhao.

"It's me." Deacon Zhao stepped forward and answered respectfully, but he felt vaguely uneasy in his heart.

"I would like to stay in your precious place for a while. Could you please give me some convenience?" Young Master Murong said as he casually took out a gold ingot from his sleeve and threw it to Deacon Zhao casually.

Deacon Zhao hurriedly caught the gold, and the heavy touch made his heart tremble.

This gold was enough for the villagers to live on for several months, but he also understood that there was no such thing as a free lunch.

"Master Murong, it's not that we common people are unreasonable, but the houses in the village are simple and there is really no vacant space for you and your entourage to live in." Deacon Zhao looked embarrassed.

At this moment, Ding Chen strode over, his eyes sharp and his expression serious as he looked at Master Murong.

The air was suddenly filled with a tense atmosphere.

"I wonder what brings you here, sir?" Ding Chen said in a cold tone, not hiding his vigilance at all.

Master Murong chuckled and was about to speak when Cui'er, the maid behind him, suddenly stepped forward...

Cui'er gently tugged at Master Murong's sleeve, took a step forward, bowed, and said in a clear and sweet voice like a silver bell: "My fellow villagers, I don't mean to offend you. I'm just unwell and need to find a quiet place to recuperate. I have no ill intentions." Her eyes were clear and her tone was sincere, which made people feel good about her.

The villagers looked at each other, their suspicious eyes scanning back and forth between Master Murong and Cui'er.

This gorgeous display and arrogant attitude don't look like an ordinary rest at all.

Deacon Zhao stroked his beard, his brows still furrowed. This young master Murong had an unknown background, which made him feel uneasy.

Xiaoxuan's gentle voice broke the deadlock: "If you don't mind, I can do my best to treat you." Her eyes were clear and she had the benevolent heart of a doctor, which made people trust her.

Young Master Murong shook his head, a bitter smile appearing on his handsome face. He paused, his gaze gazing into the distance, as if seeing something through the layers of mountains. "I came here to search for a rare medicinal herb called 'Seven-Star Resurrection Grass.' I heard there might be traces of it here."

"Seven-Star Resurrection Grass?" The villagers were talking among themselves, having never heard of this herb.

Deacon Zhao also looked confused. The name sounded unusual and it was probably not an ordinary thing.

Everyone's suspicious eyes fell on Master Murong again, and his words seemed even more confusing.

His followers also gathered around him nervously, as if they were afraid that he would be hurt, which increased everyone's suspicions.

Young Master Murong coughed lightly, his face turned pale, and his body swayed slightly. Cui'er hurriedly supported him.

He took a deep breath, his eyes fell on Xiaoxuan, and his tone was pleading: "Miss, can you tell me..." He stopped suddenly before he finished speaking, and turned his eyes towards the direction of the village entrance with a stern look.

"Here it comes." he whispered.

Ding Chen's brows were furrowed, and a hint of worry flashed in his deep eyes. He held Xiaoxuan's hand tightly, and said in a low voice with a hint of warning: "Xuan'er, don't meddle in other people's business." Xiaoxuan felt the warmth in his palm, but shook her head gently, looking back at him firmly, with a doctor's heart flashing in her eyes: "Brother Chen, doctors are like parents to their children, how can you just watch someone die without helping?" Her gentle yet firm attitude warmed the tense atmosphere around them like a spring breeze.

Master Murong took in the entire scene.

Xiaoxuan walked up to Master Murong, placed her slender fingers on his wrist, and carefully took his pulse.

After a moment, she withdrew her hand and smiled confidently: "Young Master's illness is not terminal." Her tone was firm, as if she was confident.

Everyone was stunned, even Master Murong couldn't help showing a surprised expression.

Xiaoxuan turned around and told Cui'er to prepare some common medicinal herbs. Then, in front of everyone, she skillfully mixed the herbs and prepared a bowl of medicine.

Young Master Murong drank it with half belief and half doubt. After a while, his pale face gradually regained a bit of color and his cough was relieved a lot.

Seeing this, the villagers exclaimed in admiration and admired Xiaoxuan's medical skills even more.

Young Master Murong looked at Xiaoxuan with even greater respect, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.

He stood up and bowed deeply to Xiaoxuan: "Thank you very much, young lady, for saving my life."

However, just when the atmosphere was relaxing, Master Murong suddenly changed the subject: "I heard that there is a forbidden area in your village. I wonder if you could let me have a look?" His tone seemed casual, but it carried a hint of imperativeness.

Ding Chen's face darkened, and he refused without hesitation, "Sir, I'm sorry to obey your order. The forbidden area in the village is the sacred land of our clan, and outsiders are not allowed to enter." Young Master Murong curled his lips into a sneer, and the black-clad followers behind him also stepped forward and pressed the hilts of their swords. The atmosphere suddenly became tense and ready to explode.

Master Murong glanced at Ding Chen with contempt, then turned to Cui'er and whispered, "Go, get ready..."