“It’s an old woman from the Wu family who helps with cooking," the village chief said with a troubled expression. "But she’s old, in poor health, and not very clear-headed. Most importantly... you’ll understand when you see her.”

Hearing that someone from the Wu family was still alive and knew something, everyone naturally wanted to go and see. But before they could leave, the villager who had been leading the way returned with a man. He was an older man with a grizzled beard, wearing coarse clothing and a bamboo hat, and carrying a cloth bag at his waist. He looked every bit the part of a village doctor. "Village chief, the doctor has arrived," the villager said in a flattering tone. "Quick, have him check this master's injury first," the village chief waved, beckoning him over. When Jin Liang was seated and removed the cloth tied to his severed limb, the scene that unfolded caused Fatty to gasp. The cross-section of the limb was a bloody mess, covered with a thick layer of black powder. Now, the powder was mixed with blood, forming a thick sludge. "It's incense ash," Chen Hao said softly, his eyes fixed on the wound. Through the wound, one could see the pale, shattered bone, and at the edges, some tattered flesh hung down like shredded cotton. Along the torn flesh, dark red blood continued to flow. Shan Lamingyu narrowed his eyes; he could tell that the wound wasn't made by a blade, but was a clean break. Du Moyu’s face was pale, and he opened his mouth slightly, but no sound came out. Judging by the shape of his mouth, he was saying, "That's ruthless." The doctor seemed at a loss at such an injury. He slowly raised his heavy eyelids, glanced at Jin Liang, and said, "I need to clean the wound first. It will be very painful. I can apply a herb that will make you feel much better, but..."

A Biao frowned and pressed, "But what?"

"But the effect of this herb isn't very stable, it may last a long time," the doctor drawled, "perhaps until early tomorrow morning. During this time, your head will feel swollen and heavy, you’ll feel drowsy, and you'll want to sleep." Everyone understood. The so-called herb was a kind of anesthetic, but one with an unstable effect, possibly lasting until the next morning. This had both advantages and disadvantages for Jin Liang. The advantage was that he would suffer less, and the wound could be treated better. The disadvantage was that if anything happened tonight, a dizzy and disoriented Jin Liang would be an easy target for ghosts. Jin Liang opened his mouth, smiled thickly, and patted the doctor's arm with his good right hand. "Thank you, doctor, but I'm cheap. I don't need such precious medicine."

"Have you thought it over?" The doctor raised his eyelids slightly. "I have."

As soon as he finished speaking, the doctor took out a small box from his tattered bag. Inside were several exceptionally sharp knives and a few oddly shaped tools. Seeing this, Jin Liang turned his head and looked at Yu Chengmu, Jiang Cheng, and the others, and said calmly, "I'm going to treat my wound now. Don't waste your time on me, go and do your work."

"A Biao, you go with them too," Jin Liang added in a steady tone. After obtaining everyone’s consent, the village chief left the doctor and the villager to care for Jin Liang, and then led the rest of them away to find the Wu family’s last servant, the old woman. After exiting, they hadn't walked far when they heard a strange laughter. The laughter sounded familiar. Looking around, they saw the mad beggar they had seen earlier in a nearby tree. The mad beggar straddled a thick branch, tilted his head, and grinned at them. "Five grains for each person, five grains for each person!"

The village chief also looked helpless when he saw the mad beggar, and then led them to quicken their pace. But before they could walk far, they heard light footsteps behind them. "Five grains for each person, five grains for each person!"

The mad beggar had actually chased after them. After stopping the village chief, the mad beggar wiped his hands on his dirty clothes, and then stretched out his hand towards the village chief in a very familiar manner, grinning foolishly, clearly wanting food. "Didn't I just give you some this morning?" the village chief said impatiently. "You took so much, why do you want more?"

Hearing this, the mad beggar’s eyes narrowed, and he pulled back his outstretched hand, forming a fist the size of a sandbag, clenching it until it cracked. The village chief immediately tensed up when he saw this, and his originally straight neck also shrank slightly, but thinking that there were outsiders present, he refused to lose face, so he stiffened his neck and said stubbornly, "I'm telling you, don't mess around, these masters are all capable. If you anger them, see how they deal with you." The mad beggar seemed to understand, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he sized up Jiang Cheng and his group one by one, his eyes full of vigilance. At the same time, he also pulled up the tattered sleeve of his left hand, seemingly preparing for a fight. Just then, Yu Chengmu’s gaze suddenly paused for a moment. Then, Yu Chengmu reached out and took a steamed bun from Zhang Junyu, which they had saved earlier. Seeing the steamed bun, the mad beggar's expression improved a lot. Yu Chengmu walked towards the mad beggar with the steamed bun, and the mad beggar naturally reached out to take it, but Yu Chengmu didn't put the steamed bun in his hand, but pulled open the mad beggar's clothes and smiled as he stuffed the steamed bun into his clothes. "Your hands are too dirty, eating it directly will upset your stomach." Yu Chengmu’s attitude seemed very amiable. Fatty even suspected that the old thing had changed. Seeing the steamed bun in hand, the mad beggar didn't pester them any longer. Just as he turned to leave, he suddenly caught sight of Jiang Cheng in his peripheral vision, holding a steamed bun in each hand and smiling at him. The mad beggar immediately stopped, his eyes shining. Jiang Cheng smiled and walked forward, imitating Yu Chengmu’s actions perfectly, pulling open the mad beggar’s clothes and stuffing the steamed buns in one after another. "What's the use of just one? I'll give you two more, take them back and eat them slowly." Yu Chengmu’s face twitched, and a subtle light flashed in his eyes. After getting rid of the mad beggar, the village chief breathed a sigh of relief and immediately led them to take another path, constantly looking back as he walked, as if worried that the mad beggar would chase after them again. "Village chief," Chen Hao looked at the road and asked, "Does that person live near the Wu family mansion?" The road under their feet led to the Wu family mansion, he remembered it very clearly. "No, no, we have to get rid of him first," the village chief explained, turning his head. "He got the steamed buns from you, and when he’s finished eating them, he might come after you again to ask for steamed buns." Everyone could understand wanting steamed buns, but although the road ahead wasn't entirely unobstructed, it was clearly unrealistic to try and shake off the agile mad beggar. The village chief also saw the doubts in everyone's eyes, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and explained, "Masters, you don't know, this mad beggar is very capable. There isn't a place in the whole village that he can't get into, but there's only one place that he never..."

"The Wu family mansion," Jiang Cheng turned his head and looked at the village chief.