I became the tyrant's only belief.

Chapter 354 Threat
He looked at Xiao Jingfan sitting at the stone table. Xiao Jingfan nodded slightly to him, and then he said, "Brother Qin and I hit it off immediately. Brother Qin has helped me a lot before. If there is anything I can do to help, I will definitely do so."

These words were nothing short of reassuring to Uncle Fu.

"Tell me slowly," Du Qian helped him to sit down at the stone table. "Who locked Brother Qin up?"

"A bunch of damned villains!" Uncle Fu gritted his teeth. "They not only killed the madam, but also threatened the master with the lives of the young lady and young master to make him do things for them."

Du Qian was surprised; things seemed different from what he had found out. He hurriedly said, "Tell me more details. How many of those thugs were there, and what were their backgrounds?"

“There are five people in total, four men and one woman,” Uncle Fu said. “They were brought back by the master. The master only told us to serve them well and not to neglect them, but he did not specify their identities.”

Du Qian found it strange: "There are only five people, but the Qin family has hundreds of guards. How could they have locked up Master Qin?"

“These five men have some special abilities,” Uncle Fu said. “I was out on business and was unaware of what had happened. When I returned home, my master was gone, and only the fake master was in the house. Apart from me, no one else noticed that the master had been replaced.”

Du Qian asked in confusion, "Then how did you find out?"

Uncle Fu truthfully replied, "The fake one didn't give the correct code."

Du Qian was somewhat surprised to find a coded message, and then asked, "Were you injured by that group of people?"

Uncle Fu nodded.

"You're saying they killed Madam Qin?" Xiao Jingfan suddenly asked, drawing Uncle Fu's attention.

His attention had been focused on Du Qian, and since Xiao Jingfan had deliberately remained silent, he hadn't paid any attention. Now, however, his eyes lit up at the sight of him, and he couldn't help but secretly admire him—what a handsome young man!
"And who is this young master?" Uncle Fu secretly sized up Xiao Jingfan before looking at Du Qian inquiringly.

“You can just call him Young Master Wang,” Du Qian said. “Young Master Wang is a trustworthy person, so just say it.”

Although Uncle Fu was still somewhat hesitant, he had no choice at this point and said, "Those people tricked Madam into drinking a bowl of medicine, saying it would prolong her life. Unexpectedly, Madam passed away that very night."

"This is blatant disregard for human life!" Du Qian frowned upon hearing this. "Brother Qin, why didn't you report it to the authorities?"

“At the time, the master was bewitched by that group of people.” Uncle Fu sighed heavily. “They said that the lady’s fate was like this and had nothing to do with their medicine, so the master believed them.”

Everyone was speechless. It was truly the worst luck for Madam Qin to have such a husband!

Feng Jing and Chu Liuzheng came out to join the fun after hearing the noise, and just then they heard this sentence. Feng Jing immediately said, "Since Master Qin believes in fate, then it is his fate to be locked up by those people. He should just accept his fate. Why did you have to come to the Du residence to ask for help?"

After being rebuked like that, Uncle Fu's already pale face, which was already pale from blood loss, turned even paler. His lips trembled as if he wanted to retort, but he was not a eloquent person and couldn't find the words for a moment. In the end, he could only manage to say, "Master wasn't like this before."

Upon hearing this, Feng Jing wanted to say something more, but Xiao Jingfan interrupted him: "What did those people threaten Master Qin to do for them?"

"They threatened the master to help them find people."

"who?"

"I don't know." Uncle Fu's eyes flickered slightly, his gaze drifting for a moment.

The people present were all shrewd; how could they not see that he was hiding something?

Du Qian narrowed his eyes slightly: "Uncle Fu, if you can't tell the truth, I'm afraid I can't help Brother Qin with this."

Uncle Fu remained silent, his hands unconsciously clenching the hem of his robe. Seeing this, Du Qian called out, "Someone, escort Uncle Fu back home—"

"I only know a little bit," Uncle Fu hesitated for a few moments before finally speaking, "They threatened the master to find them women."

Everyone:? ? ?
Chu Liuzheng voiced what everyone was thinking: "When you say you're looking for women, is it for pleasure or something else?"

“If it were just about having fun, that would be fine, but—” Uncle Fu gritted his teeth, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes, “those women never came out after they went into that room.”

"When those people weren't around, I secretly peeked through the window. The room was completely empty, with no one inside, just some jars. There was a stench of decay in the room, which made me feel nauseous."

Zhou Yuande guessed: "Perhaps there is a tunnel or a secret door in the house."

“Impossible.” Uncle Fu was very certain. “I arranged everything inside and outside the house. If there were any tunnels or secret doors, how could I not know?”

Feng Jing stroked his chin: "But according to you, a person can't just disappear into thin air, can they?"

"Maybe it's in the jar," Mitsuki suddenly interjected.

"Impossible, how could one person..." Before Uncle Fu could finish his rebuttal, he suddenly thought of the size of the jars in the room and the stench of decay, and was struck dumb as if by lightning.

Of course, you can't take a whole person, but what if you cut them into pieces?
The thought of this possibility terrified him, his eyes widened slowly, and he opened and closed his mouth several times but could not make a sound. He was on the verge of fainting from shock.

Siyue quickly inserted two needles into him, while Feng Jing threw a pill into his open mouth.

The smell was so awful that it jolted Uncle Fu awake, and he gulped down the pill.

"Even if there really is a corpse in the jar, you didn't kill the person, so what are you afraid of?" Feng Jing looked at the old man. "Are you an accomplice?"

Uncle Fu hurriedly shook his head, trembling as he said, "I...I didn't kill anyone."

"You're the one who brought this person here." Xiao Jingfan stared at him, using a declarative sentence rather than a question.

Uncle Fu froze for a moment, and under everyone's gaze, he nodded very slowly, stammering, "I dared not disobey the master's orders. If I had known they would..."

"Even if you didn't know the first time, what about after that? If you didn't have any suspicions, what were you secretly looking at in that room?" Chu Liuzheng interrupted his attempt to excuse himself and demanded, "Just how many women did you find for that group?"

"Not many." Uncle Fu, his forehead covered in cold sweat from everyone's stares, stammered, "Just eight or eight."

"Eight lives, that's not many!" Feng Jing glared at him. "Do you know how difficult it is to save a life?"

“They are all women from brothels, and they don’t live long anyway. I bought them, and the money was exchanged for the goods. I was just following orders. I didn’t want to do this. I…” Uncle Fu licked his dry lips and nervously explained under the gaze of the crowd, his words already somewhat incoherent.

"Shut up!" Xiao Jingfan interrupted coldly, startling Uncle Fu, who shrank back and trembled like a quail, his wrinkled eyes looking at him in fear.

Xiao Jingfan pressed his temples hard, leaving two bright red marks on his fair skin. He asked in a deep voice, "Are all those women from Xiancheng?"

"No." Uncle Fu was intimidated by his imposing manner and dared not hide it any longer. "Only two are from Xiancheng, the rest were bought from other places." Otherwise, this matter would have spread throughout the city long ago.

Xiao Jingfan then asked, "What are the criteria for finding someone?"