I became the tyrant's only belief.

Chapter 328 Don’t support idle people
Xiao Jingfan paused, thinking that Chen Xing might actually be able to find something from the corpse, and nodded in agreement.

Chen Xing immediately forgot about lunch. After finding out where the body was from Lü Fei, he went back to his room, grabbed his tools, and climbed out of the city through the window.

Meanwhile, Chu Liuzheng and his two companions, who had bought quite a few trinkets, were having dinner at the Donghe Restaurant.

In the restaurant, a tea server was telling a story, specifically about Wu Mian's resurrection and the abbot of Taoran Temple's capture of ghosts and demons.

When he got to the exciting parts, the tea master was talking non-stop, especially when he talked about the battle between the abbot of Taoran Temple and the nine-headed demon. He was slapping the table and fanning himself, and his voice was so loud that he was practically splitting his legs. He was so excited!
The diners were stunned, not even realizing whether their chopsticks had picked up any food, and some were even putting air into their mouths.

Standing by the second-floor railing, Chu Liuzheng, gnawing on a rib, exclaimed, "The imagination of the masses is truly boundless!"

"Something's not right." Feng Jing gnawed on a rib and looked down.

Siyue put down the soup bowl and asked, "What's wrong?"

Feng Jing said, "This happened this morning, how could a story be published so quickly? And it's described in such detail, as if they knew Wu Mian would die."

Upon hearing this, Chu Liuzheng also looked downstairs, and after looking for a while, he said in surprise, "There are no storybooks on the tea server's table."

If it's truly a newly created story, the tea server will usually place the script on the table so they can glance at it if they forget their lines. Only those stories they know by heart will be told without a script, allowing them to recite them effortlessly on stage.

The news of Wu Mian's resurrection and subsequent death came out in the morning. The yamen runners carried the body back to the county yamen and reported it to the magistrate. The coroner examined the body in public and asked the abbot of Taoran Temple to perform a ritual to help the soul of the deceased pass on. Finally, Wu Mian was buried.

After all this was done, even if the writer of the story was very fast, there wouldn't be enough time for the tea master to memorize the story perfectly.
Unless, of course, this story was prepared in advance.

After she said that, Feng Jing and Siyue also noticed it.

Siyue didn't know much about these things, but Feng Jing cared about two things besides studying medicine: one was to resolve Qin Shu's inner conflict caused by her master, and the other was food.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have dragged Chu Liuzheng and Siyue to the Donghe Restaurant for a meal as soon as he heard that the food there was good.

Restaurants often hire tea masters to tell stories to entertain diners, which is also a way to attract customers.

Feng Jing said, "Eat quickly, we'll go ask this tea master later."

"Snap!" The tea server snapped his folding fan shut. "To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next installment!"

Just as the story was getting interesting, it was abruptly cut off, and the diners in the hall started making a fuss, demanding that the tea server continue.

"Please allow me to rest my voice for a bit. You will all come back for dinner, and I will make sure you enjoy the show then." The tea server bowed and instructed his servant to collect the tips from the diners. He then went to the counter, told the manager, and left with his servant.

Chu Liuzheng and his two companions left the restaurant ahead of him and followed the master and servant to a house three streets away.

The servant stepped forward and knocked on the door. The door opened, and a round-faced woman who looked to be around forty years old welcomed the two of them inside.

"I'll go check." Siyue pulled her head back and said to Chu Liuzheng and the other two, "Don't run around."

Chu Liuzheng and Feng Jing nodded together, watching her disappear around the corner.

Feng Jing stroked his chin and asked Chu Liuzheng, "With such good skills, she must have an unusual background, right?"

Chu Liuzheng gazes at the sky.

Don't ask her, she doesn't know anything.

Feng Jing guessed: "Secret guards?"

Chu Liuzheng continued to gaze at the sky.

"It seems so." Feng Jing looked at her. "Specially protecting you?"

"No." Chu Liuzheng shook her head quickly. How could she possibly have the ability to get the emperor to send secret guards to protect her?
"No?" Feng Jing was surprised. "Then why are she and Chen Xing always following you around? They look like bodyguards."

Chu Liuzheng thought this was easy to understand. There were only three women in the group, and they were familiar with each other, so naturally they often spent time together.

"I see." Feng Jing was convinced by her and was about to chat for a few more minutes when Si Yue suddenly rushed over, grabbing one of them in each hand. "We've been discovered! Run!" The two of them immediately abandoned any further questions and followed her as they ran for their lives.

To avoid causing trouble for Xiao Jingfan and his group and exposing their identities, the three of them ran straight out of the city.

"This way." Chu Liuzheng spotted Chen Xing and the two bodyguards nearby in the system and quickly tugged at Si Yue.

Upon hearing this, Siyue grabbed the two of them without hesitation and ran in the direction she pointed.

“Someone’s coming.” In the woods not far away, Xiao San suddenly stood up from the rock and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Xiao Shiwu listened intently for a moment: "Three are running in front, and two are chasing behind."

He had barely finished speaking when a loud shout rang out: "Help!"

Chen Xing, who was dissecting the body nearby, suddenly looked up and exclaimed in surprise, "It's Sister Liu Zheng's voice!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao San immediately leaped towards the direction from which the sound came.

Xiao Shiwu hurriedly followed.

Seeing that the two had left, Chen Xing felt relieved and continued to study Wu Mian's corpse.

On the other side, Feng Jing's head was still buzzing from Chu Liuzheng's shout just now, and he asked, "Who did you call for help?"

"Just shout it out." Chu Liuzheng blinked. "What if someone we know is nearby?"

Feng Jing was taken aback by this reason and looked at her with a complicated expression: "No one else needs to save you. You and Siyue will cover your mouths and noses in a moment, and I will deal with them."

He's covered in poison, okay?
Absolutely true.

No need, reinforcements have arrived.

Chu Liuzheng looked at the two black dots getting closer and closer ahead, and reached out to pat Siyue: "Someone's coming."

Siyue saw their clothes before she did and breathed a sigh of relief. She stopped running and turned to face the two who were getting closer and closer.

The two pursuers stopped five steps away. Judging from their appearance, one was the woman who opened the door, and the other was the tea server's servant.

"Who are you?" the woman asked sharply, her brows furrowed.

Feng Jing crossed his arms and said, "Don't you know the rules of the martial arts world? You have to introduce yourself before asking questions."

"Someone's coming." The servant noticed Xiao San and Xiao Shiwu rushing over and said to the woman beside him, "Let's grab one and take him back first."

Upon hearing this, the woman formed a claw with one hand and leaped towards Chu Liuzheng to grab him.

[Holy crap! Why me?!]

Chu Liuzheng was so frightened that he hid behind Feng Jing and shouted, "Quickly sprinkle the poison powder!"

Upon hearing the words "poison powder," the woman paused slightly. In that short time, Xiao San and Xiao Shiwu arrived and confronted the woman and her servant.

Siyue, who was fighting with the servant, pulled away to protect Chu Liuzheng and shouted to the two of them, "Leave them alive."

Xiao San and Xiao Shiwu slowed their attacks and stopped using lethal moves.

[Wow, no wonder Mitsuki is only a reserve member of the Shadow Guard. The difference in martial arts skills is significant. He needs to work harder.]

Chu Liuzheng, worried about seeing some gruesome bloodshed, only peeked out from behind Feng Jing, watching nervously.

She rarely saw such a lively fight, and her eyes could hardly keep up.

[Tsk tsk, a tyrant really doesn't keep idle people around him. These two are practically being humiliated by the bodyguards.]