Hearing this, Tang Shirou's body trembled violently. In the next second, her pupils also began to shake uncontrollably.

　　To prevent her abnormality from being noticed, Xia Meng quietly pulled her to the back of the group. At this time, the difference between new and old players became apparent.

　　Then, Xia Meng gave her a sharp look, and Tang Shirou immediately dared not move.

　　"Young Master Huang singing opera on the lake at night?" An Xuan looked very surprised. He hid it well, as if he had just learned what happened on the lake last night.

　　"Yes," Butler Zhou nodded. He seemed unwilling to say more about this, then turned around and said coldly, "Master Huang is still waiting in the hall. Please follow me, doctors."

　　The young woman beside him, and the menacing man like a door god, also turned aside, clearing the stone path behind them.

　　The group followed Butler Zhou to a main courtyard. The courtyard walls here were even taller. Outside the walls was a small bamboo forest with excellent growth, the environment was quiet and elegant, with winding corridors on the left and right, white walls and black tiles, complementing each other.

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

　　Shi Liaozhi, with his striking yellow hair, shrunk his neck and kept looking around, appearing very vigilant. "It's so strange," he whispered, "Since we've been here before, we must know the young master's condition. Is it necessary for him to explain it to us again?"

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

　　"Perhaps it's the rules," Qin Jian stroked his chin with one hand and said in an uncertain tone, "You should be clear that the rules here don't just restrict us, those things and the NPCs are also subject to the rules."

　　"So... even if Butler Zhou knows we've been here, he must repeat the things that were introduced when we came last time," said Chen Qiang, a newcomer who rarely spoke.

　　But unlike ordinary newcomers, he saw that this world was in the Song Dynasty on the timeline as soon as he arrived here. Not only that, but now he has also gleaned some basic rules of the nightmare from the words of several old players.

　　Gradually, some playful gazes stayed on him, but he himself didn't seem to know it, and was still looking at Qin Jian, asking, "Is that so?"

　　"Almost," Qin Jian smiled at him and nodded.

　　Unknowingly, the group had already arrived in front of a very impressive room. Butler Zhou, who was leading the way, stopped on the stone steps in front of the door, turned his head, and looked at the players behind him.

　　"Doctors," Butler Zhou suddenly said, "There is one thing I must remind you. My master has exhausted his efforts because of the young master's illness. His constitution is weak, so I hope you will be tactful when mentioning the young master's condition in front of him, so as not to stimulate him."

　　"Of course." An Xuan nodded slightly.

　　Pushing open the door, the room was a bit dim. About seven or eight meters away, an affluent old man was sitting. Saying he was an old man, his actual age was estimated to be less than 60, much younger than Qin Jian, whose beard and eyebrows were all white.

　　He should be Master Huang, the person in charge of the Huang mansion, and also the widely rumored Great Philanthropist Huang.

　　The current temperature could only be described as cool, but Master Huang was wearing a thick fur coat, almost wrapping his entire body. His eyes were also slightly closed, looking listless.

　　Standing beside him was a young woman dressed as a maid. Like the other servants in the mansion they had seen before, her eyes were dull, as if she had lost her soul.

　　Judging from the scene in front of them, the butler's worries were not unreasonable. The wealthy old man's body and spirit seemed to be poor. His face was pale, almost without any blood color, presumably all caused by his son's strange illness.

　　"Master," Butler Zhou stepped forward and said respectfully, "The doctors have arrived."

　　Hearing this, Master Huang's eyelids trembled, and it took a long time for him to open them completely.

　　After he fully opened his eyes, the scene in front of him was quite surprising. Master Huang's eyes were yellow, and dense bloodshot covered the whites of his eyes, which looked a little scary.

　　The yellowish eyeballs slowly turned, and his gaze swept over everyone. He opened his mouth a little, but before he could speak, he coughed violently, "Cough cough... cough..."

　　The young maid standing by immediately stepped forward and gently stroked Master Huang's back, her movements very skilled.

　　"Thank you... Thank you, doctors, for your trouble... with my son's illness."

　　Master Huang took several breaths to finish a simple sentence.

　　"A doctor's heart is kind," An Xuan, who had the best appearance, nodded slightly to Master Huang and said, "It's our duty."

　　"My son... You doctors must be aware of my son's illness," Master Huang continued to pant, "Then I won't keep you. If... if you can cure my son's illness, you will be honored guests of my Huang mansion. We will repay this kindness..." Cough cough... cough..."

　　Seeing Master Huang becoming more and more agitated, Butler Zhou secretly winked at everyone. An Xuan immediately understood and said, "Master Huang, you're too kind. Then we'll go to the young master's place first."

　　Master Huang seemed to find it difficult to speak any further, so he had to wave his hand.

　　After leaving Master Huang's room, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Master Huang's illness also seemed very serious. The only question was about that Young Master Huang...

　　"Butler Zhou," Qin Jian suddenly asked, "When is it convenient for us to go and diagnose Young Master Huang?"

　　Since he knew that Young Master Huang refused to see guests during the day and only went to the lake to sing opera at night, Qin Jian's concern seemed reasonable. After all, no one wanted to go to the lake to see Young Master Huang late at night.

　　Who knew what would happen?

　　"When do you doctors think is suitable?" Butler Zhou turned around and asked.

　　It was about 9 or 10 o'clock, and the sunlight shone on them, bringing a trace of warmth.

　　"Why don't we go now?" Shi Liaozhi pursed his lips and suggested in a low voice.

　　Perhaps it was because they were close to the lake, the humidity was heavy, and everyone felt damp. Shi Liaozhi's chicken-nest-like yellow hair was knotted in strands, drooping down and sticking to his forehead, making him look a little funny.

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

　　After a few seconds, Butler Zhou nodded and said, "Okay."

　　Things went surprisingly smoothly, which caught the players, who had made the worst plans, off guard. The NPCs in this instance seemed a little too easy to talk to.

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

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