The coachman is required to guard the carriage and horses outside; he will not enter the dilapidated temple at night.

He also solved his food problem by bringing his own dry rations, which were included in the payment, so Yanxiao and the others didn't need to worry about him at all.

Just as the two were enjoying their meal, a slight noise suddenly came from the shadows.

A cold glint flashed in Yan Xiao's eyes. She didn't stop eating, but her gaze had already fallen on the source of the noise.

Shen Qiyue, who was focused on eating, did not hear the commotion, but noticed the change in Yan Xiao's expression.

She looked in the direction Yan Xiao was looking, but found nothing.

She was about to ask what was wrong when she saw a man carrying a long sword slowly walk out from behind the altar.

"Who are you?"

The man's appearance startled Shen Qiyue, while Yan Xiao, who had been on guard all along, seemed much calmer.

She patted the frightened Shen Qiyue reassuringly, signaling her to hide behind her, before turning her gaze back to where the man was standing.

It was already getting dark, and the man was standing in the shadows, so they could only see his outline and couldn't make out what he looked like.

The man seemed lost in thought; he stood there silently for a long time after appearing, holding his sword.

Just when Yan Xiao was about to lose his patience, he finally spoke.

"How much is a bowl of porridge?"

His voice was hoarse and his breathing was heavy. Yan Xiao could tell from this that he was injured, and seriously so, which coincided with her initial guess.

This person wasn't trying to steal; he seemed to want to buy it, and his attitude appeared acceptable. Since the other person arrived first, Yan Xiao didn't intend to make things difficult for him.

"When you're out and about, it's always good to help others. If you want it, just give me ten copper coins."

Ten coins used to buy two catties of brown rice, and even in a year of famine, it could only buy half a catty. Yan Xiao's actions can be considered price gouging.

But the man didn't hesitate at all, and without saying a word, he walked straight over.

Then, with great tact, he stopped not far from Yanxiao and the others, and placed ten copper coins on the offering table, his meaning quite clear.

At this moment, Yan Xiao also saw the man's appearance clearly. The man was very ordinary-looking, and looked to be in his thirties. His black brocade clothes had many tears, which looked like they were from sharp weapons.

Moreover, as soon as someone gets close, you can smell the blood emanating from him.

Yan Xiao glanced at him briefly before looking away, then unceremoniously accepted the money and gestured for Chen Qiyue to get a bowl and serve the man a bowl of porridge.

And, thinking himself to be very conscientious, he placed a dry steamed bun on top before putting the bowl on the offering table.

The bowl was taken away by the man as soon as it was put down, but he did not eat it immediately. Instead, he went behind the altar, and soon some rustling sounds could be heard.

After seeing the man's face clearly, Shen Qiyue was startled by his appearance. Only after the man left did she approach Yan Xiao and whisper:

"Sister-in-law, shall we leave? This man doesn't seem like a good person."

"It's alright, as long as we don't bother each other."

Yan Xiao was quite satisfied with the place and had no desire to hide in the car. Besides, the man was already at his limit and she wasn't afraid at all.

Looking at the person, he didn't seem like someone who was out of his mind, otherwise he wouldn't have spent money to buy food.

Just as Yan Xiao was thinking this, she saw the man run out again, looking very anxious.

Before Yan Xiao could even wonder, he pointed his sword at the two of them without saying a word, his expression fierce, as if he was about to attack.

The man's sudden attack made Yan Xiao, who had just been so confident, feel a burning sensation on her face.

Her hand subtly reached for the dagger at her waist, and her words were even more impolite:

"What do you mean by this? Did I give you too much face, or did that bowl of porridge make you so full you want to die?"

"Hand over the antidote!"

The man didn't answer Yan Xiao's question, but suddenly said something inexplicable that confused both Yan Xiao and Shen Qiyue.

"What the hell?"

As Yan Xiao spoke, her gaze fell on the bowl of porridge in front of her, and then she was speechless.

"You fucking trying to scam me, are you? I was wondering why you didn't even blink when I gave you money. I thought you were pretty generous, so I even gave you an extra steamed bun, and here you are, waiting for me?"

The man froze for a moment after being scolded by Yan Xiao, and then looked at Yan Xiao with a serious and thoughtful expression.

He hesitated for a moment before asking, word by word:

"What did you put in the porridge?"

"Of course there's rice in the porridge, what else could it be?"

Yan Xiao couldn't help but roll her eyes at the man, then picked up her bowl, took a big gulp, smacked her lips, and said provocatively:

"I'm a doctor, you're seriously injured, but there's not a trace of poisoning. You think you can extort me? No way!"

"You are... a doctor?"

Upon hearing Yan Xiao's words, the man's previously solemn face suddenly lit up with a hint of joy, making him look as if he had a split personality.

Seeing the man's ever-changing attitude, Yan Xiao thought he was probably mentally ill and immediately started cursing:

"Are you sick? Even if you are, I'm not going to treat you. I have a bad temper, you..."

But he stopped abruptly after saying that.

For no other reason than that the man took out a silver ingot from his pocket and placed it on the altar, which made the money-grubbing person swallow back the harsh words he was about to say with a blank face.

Shen Qiyue felt that the world was magical. The largest silver tael she had ever seen in her life was two taels, which was only when her brother was alive. All the others were copper coins.

But in the last few days, why are these people taking out whole ingots of silver all the time? This is a whole ten taels! Aren't they afraid of being robbed if they carry it around?

The man had no idea what they were thinking. Seeing Yan Xiao's blank face and silence, he frowned slightly.

After hesitating for a moment, he took out a silver ingot from his pocket and looked at Yan Xiao, asking:

"Is it cured?"

Is Yanxiao the kind of person who would turn down money? Obviously not.

She coughed lightly, immediately changing her attitude, revealing a somewhat kind smile, and said reproachfully:

"Look at you, just say you're sick. Doctors are compassionate, and it's my duty to treat and save lives. Your injury looks pretty bad, let me take a look at you."

As he spoke, he reached for the silver and gestured for Shen Qiyue to go outside and find the coachman, asking him to share some of the medicine.

Otherwise, wouldn't it seem strange to treat external injuries without applying any ointment?

As soon as she took one ingot of silver, the man swiftly snatched the other ingot back, leaving her hand empty.

"Treat them first!"

The man spoke little, but his meaning was clear.

Having missed her target, Yan Xiao couldn't help but purse her lips, but said nothing, instead beckoning to the man:

"Come sit down, I'll take a look at you right away, I guarantee the medicine will cure you."