Master Huang

Translator: Cinder Translations

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Upon hearing this, Tang Shirou's body trembled violently, and in the next second, her pupils shook uncontrollably.

To avoid her unusual behavior being noticed, Xia Meng subtly pulled her to the back of the group. At this moment, the difference between new and experienced players became apparent.

Then, with a sharp glance from Xia Meng, Tang Shirou immediately stopped moving.

"Will Young Master Huang come to the lake to sing at night?" An Xuan expressed great surprise, disguising it well, as if he had just learned about what happened on the lake the previous night.

"Yes," Steward Zhou nodded, seemingly unwilling to elaborate on the matter. He then turned around and said indifferently, "Master Huang is still waiting in the hall. Please follow me, doctors."

The young woman beside him and the fierce-looking man, who resembled a door guard, also stepped aside, making way for the stone path behind them.

The group followed Steward Zhou to a main courtyard. The walls here were even taller, with a small bamboo grove outside that was thriving, creating a serene and elegant environment. The long corridors on either side, with their white walls and black tiles, complemented each other perfectly.

Everyone intentionally or unintentionally kept a distance from Steward Zhou, who was leading the way.

Shi Liaozhi, with his strikingly yellow hair, hunched his neck and kept looking around, appearing very vigilant. "This is strange," he whispered. "Since we've been here before, we should already know about the young master's condition. Is it necessary for him to explain it to us again?"

"Indeed," You Qi's muffled voice came out after a moment. "This doesn't make sense."

"Perhaps it's the rules," Qin Jian said, touching his chin with an uncertain tone. "You should know that the rules here don't just restrict us. Those things and NPCs are also bound by the rules."

"So... even if Steward Zhou knows we've been here before, he must repeat what he told us the last time," Chen Qiang, a newcomer, spoke up. Unlike most newcomers, he had already figured out that this world was set in the Song Dynasty based on the timeline. Moreover, he had gleaned some basic rules of the nightmare from the few words of the experienced players.

Gradually, some playful gazes lingered on him, though he seemed unaware, still looking at Qin Jian and asking, "Is that right?"

"Pretty much," Qin Jian smiled and nodded at him.

Unconsciously, the group had arrived at the door of a very impressive room. Steward Zhou, who was leading the way, stopped on the stone steps in front of the door and turned his head to look at the players behind him.

"Doctors," Steward Zhou suddenly spoke up, "there's one more thing I must remind you. My master has exhausted himself worrying about the young master's illness and is now in a weak and cold state. I hope you can be tactful when discussing the young master's condition in front of him, so as not to upset him."

"Of course," An Xuan nodded slightly.

When the door was pushed open, the room was somewhat dim. About seven or eight meters away sat a portly old man. Although he was referred to as an old man, he was probably less than 60 years old, much younger than Qin Jian, whose eyebrows and beard were completely white.

This was likely the head of the Huang family, Master Huang, also known as the benevolent Master Huang in the rumors outside.

The current temperature was only slightly cool, but Master Huang was wrapped in a thick fur coat, almost covering his entire body. His eyes were slightly closed, and he looked listless.

Beside him stood a young woman dressed as a maid, who, like the other servants in the mansion, had a vacant look in her eyes, as if she had lost her soul.

Given the scene before them, the steward's concern was not unfounded. The portly old man's physical and mental state seemed poor, his face pale and almost bloodless, likely due to his son's strange illness.

"Master," Steward Zhou stepped forward and said respectfully, "the doctors are here."

Hearing this, Master Huang's eyelids trembled, and it took him a while to fully open his eyes.

When he finally opened his eyes, the scene before them was somewhat surprising. Master Huang's eyes were yellow, with dense blood vessels covering the whites, making him look quite frightening.

His yellowed eyeballs slowly turned, scanning the group. He opened his mouth slightly, but before he could speak, he started coughing violently, "Cough... cough..."

The young maid standing by immediately stepped forward and gently patted his back, her movements practiced.

"Thank you... thank you all for your concern over my son's illness."

It took Master Huang several breaths to finish this simple sentence.

"A doctor's heart is benevolent," An Xuan, who had the best appearance, nodded slightly at Master Huang. "It's our duty."

"My son... my son's condition is probably known to all of you," Master Huang continued, gasping for breath. "Then I won't keep you any longer. If... if you can cure my son's illness, you will be honored guests of the Huang family. This kindness of yours... cough, cough..."

Seeing Master Huang's growing agitation, Steward Zhou subtly gave everyone a look. An Xuan immediately understood and said, "Master Huang, you're too kind. We'll go see the young master now."

Master Huang seemed to find it difficult to speak further and could only wave his hand.

After leaving Master Huang's room, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Master Huang's illness seemed quite severe, and it was unclear what condition Young Master Huang was in.

"Steward Zhou," Qin Jian suddenly spoke up, "when would be a good time for us to see Young Master Huang?"

Knowing that Young Master Huang kept his doors closed during the day and only went to the lake to sing at night, Qin Jian's concern was justified. After all, no one wanted to go to the lakeside to see Young Master Huang at night.

Who knows what might happen?

"What time do you think would be suitable, doctors?" Steward Zhou turned around and asked.

It was around 9 or 10 o'clock, and the sunlight brought a slight warmth.

"How about now?" Shi Liaozhi pursed his lips and suggested softly.

Perhaps because they were near the lake, the air was heavy with moisture, and everyone felt damp. Shi Liaozhi's messy yellow hair was clumped together, hanging down and sticking to his forehead, making him look somewhat comical.

But at this moment, everyone's attention was focused on Steward Zhou.

A few seconds later, Steward Zhou nodded and said, "Alright."

The situation was surprisingly smooth, catching the players, who had prepared for the worst, off guard. The NPCs in this instance seemed unusually accommodating.

"However, before meeting the young master, I hope you can change your clothes," Steward Zhou said slowly.

Hearing this, Xia Meng narrowed her eyes, but before she could speak, a very displeased voice rang out, "Change? Change what? If you want to change, you change. I'm not changing," Jiang Cheng shouted from the side, appearing very fierce and imposing. "This is branded clothing. I saved up to buy it. You're not going to let me wear it?"

(End of the Chapter)

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