Maybe I shouldn't die.

The head of the He family bowed to the swordsman and said, "Brother Yan Ming is very generous."

Then he looked at the steward and his group who were walking up and asked them:

"Is there anything urgent?"

The chief steward glanced at the head of the He family and hesitated, not knowing whether he should expose the family's dirty laundry in front of outsiders.

The head of the He family was somewhat displeased with the hesitancy of the steward. Didn't he know that this was a distinguished guest? Why was he hesitating so much? However, he couldn't reprimand his steward in front of outsiders, so he could only say:

"It's okay, Brother Yan Ming is not an outsider, there is no need to hide it."

The chief steward was still a little hesitant. After all, this matter involved that young lady. But seeing that the master's face was beginning to become impatient, he gritted his teeth and decided to follow the master's wishes.

So he bravely said out loud what the servant had told him word for word. The living room suddenly fell silent. By the time the steward finished speaking, the faces of the head of the He family and the young masters had turned ashen.

Moreover, there was a stranger in the hall at this time. This time, the embarrassment was brought to the outsider. After all, the head of the He family had experienced more and was more stable. He forced a smile on his face and said politely to the swordsman:

"I'm sorry, Brother Yan Ming, my servants are ignorant and may have offended the immortal who brought a message to my daughter. I need to deal with it."

At this moment, he didn't care whether he would offend the swordsman. No matter how powerful the swordsman's family was, it could not compare to that of the immortal. As long as his daughter could gain a foothold in the immortal sect, he would not need to please the swordsman.

The swordsman did not want to leave just like that. Originally, he came to visit the He family because there was a young lady in the He family who practiced Taoism. What's more, there was someone who might be an immortal here.

So he changed his previous indifference and his expression became enthusiastic:

"Brother He and I have nothing to see. Given our relationship, there's no need for us to be so distant. I know Brother He is feeling bad. Why don't I go with Brother He to see that immortal? Maybe he knows our ancestors too."

Although Patriarch He was somewhat reluctant to have outsiders participate, the swordsman's last words moved him. If the immortal really knew the ancestors of the Yanming family, he might forgive their offense for the sake of the other party's face. So he also had a warm smile on his face:

"It is indeed my fault. Given our relationship, I shouldn't be so distant with Brother Yan Ming. So, I'll have to trouble Brother Yan Ming to go with me to meet the Immortal."

At this time, the servant guarding the door was angry because his companion had not returned from the toilet for a long time. He couldn't help cursing:

"Damn it, he went to the toilet and didn't come back for so long. I'm afraid he drowned in the pit."

However, he didn't know that a disaster was about to happen. He waited for a while, but still no one came back. He couldn't help but reveal a twisted smile on his face:

"That kid must have gone somewhere to slack off. He dared to slack off when he was on duty with your Grandpa Zhuzi. He really doesn't know how to live or die."

Then the next second, seeing the steward coming out with his men, his face immediately turned into a fawning smile, and he happily went forward to greet them.

After getting closer, he realized that the steward was not his usual smiling and amiable self. Instead, he had a serious expression on his face and looked at him with a sharp gaze.

He immediately felt that the situation was not good, not to mention that he saw the man who had been to the toilet and had not returned for a long time next to the steward. However, he thought that he also had a backer and the steward could not deal with him casually, so he calmed down and prepared to say hello to the steward.

Then the next second, things happened beyond his expectations. The steward waved his hand.

"Tie him up for me."

Several sturdy men immediately walked out from behind the steward. They rushed forward, tied up the servant named Zhuzi in a few moves, and pushed him in front of the steward.

Zhuzi was caught off guard and his expression changed immediately. He shouted hurriedly:

"Butler, why did you tie me up? I haven't offended you." Then, as if he had guessed something, he glared at the servant following behind the butler and said maliciously:

"This guy must have said something to you. Don't believe him. He is jealous of me and is deliberately slandering me."

The steward just shook his head. This man still hasn't figured out what mistake he made, but he was too lazy to explain to him and just waved his hand.

"Push him down and lock him up in the woodshed. Keep a close eye on him and don't let him get away. His crime is serious, so the master will have to deal with it personally."

The others nodded quickly. Although they didn't know what crime this man had committed, he often offended them because he had a concubine as his backer. Now that they saw that he had lost his power, they naturally wouldn't be polite to him.

Zhuzi was not convinced, he still shouted: "You dare to do this to me, when I get out, I will let my aunt kill you."

The steward just waved his hand impatiently, and someone immediately took out a dirty handkerchief and stuffed it into Dazhu's mouth. Immediately, he could not say anything and could only whine.

After it left the steward's sight, someone saw that the handkerchief looked familiar and couldn't help asking:

"I think this handkerchief looks familiar."

Another person sneered and replied: "Doesn't it look familiar? That guy never washes his hands after going to the toilet. He uses this handkerchief to wipe his hands every day."

"It's so disgusting."

When Zhuzi heard this, his eyes were red with anger. Thinking of the origin of the handkerchief, his stomach churned. Unfortunately, his mouth was blocked and he couldn't even vomit.

As for Fang Yue, after leaving the He family, she did not hide her whereabouts and went straight to wandering around the city. Since she would be staying in Nan'an for quite some time, she did not plan to sit idle and looked for a suitable place to set up a stall.

Perhaps because the martial arts conference was approaching, Nan'an did not restrict the setting up of stalls. Fang Yue quickly found a location. Seeing that it was still early, she paid ten cents for the stall fee.

He put the torn flag with the words "Save the dying and the wounded" written on it beside the stall, then sat down, closed his eyes and rested, waiting for the patients or the destined people to come to him.

This scene shocked the scholar who was setting up a stall nearby and writing letters for others. He thought that he would starve to death if he continued to do business like this. However, he thought that many talented people had come to Nan'an recently because of the martial arts conference.

He couldn't help but guess that this might also be a hermit doctor, who might not care about making money or not, and was setting up the stall just to wait for the right person.

So he decided to take a closer look. There were many people who had the same idea as the scholar. Soon someone came to Fang Yue's stall. She was a 28-year-old girl.

She had a sword on her back, and was obviously a person from the underworld. The girl walked straight to Fang Yue's stall:

"Doctor, can the injury be cured?"