Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld

Immediately.

A sedative was injected into the neck.

"I ask you."

Fang Zheng manipulated the magic altar, leisurely speaking:

"What is it on my body that makes you keep investigating?"

"..." Qin Keqing’s eyes were dull, her mouth slightly open, struggling a bit before slowly saying:

"The smell of my senior sister."

Senior sister?

Fang Zheng raised an eyebrow.

......

Two days later.

In the group exiting the city.

"Young Master Fang."

Miss Zheng’s face was livid as she looked at Fang Zheng boarding the carriage, gritting her silver teeth:

"Where is my brother?"

"Once I leave the city and the boundaries of the Prefecture City, Miss Zheng will naturally know where Young Master Zheng is," Fang Zheng said unhurriedly:

"Of course..."

"The premise is that I leave safely, without any mishaps along the way, otherwise Miss Zheng might not see Young Master Zheng."

"You..." Miss Zheng took a step forward, angered:

"I kindly see you out of the city, yet you threaten me with my brother. Bearing the surname Fang, do you not feel guilt for repaying kindness with enmity?"

"Humph!"

Fang Zheng snorted coldly:

"Miss Zheng, if it weren’t for your sake, I would never have spared Young Master Zheng’s life. You should have guessed what he did."

"Need I say more?"

Miss Zheng’s face turned pale, her eyes flickering.

"Humph!"

Fang Zheng snorted lightly, then signaled to the coachman:

"Go!"

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"Hyah!"

"Hyah..."

The wheels clattered.

Fang Zheng leaned against the frame, waving the reins indifferently.

Unlike the arrival, the main road was now almost devoid of people, with the refugees on either side becoming sparse, replaced by some bones.

The circumstances change!

The flood hasn’t receded, winter has arrived, these refugees might not survive the coming months, their faces filled with despair.

As time passed.

Gu’an County was already in sight.

"Hmm?"

Fang Zheng sat up slightly, frowning as he looked ahead.

Gu’an County stood at the center of the plains, the surroundings empty, with flags waving and soldiers patrolling on the visible city walls.

What’s going on?

When did so many soldiers appear?

Couldn’t it be that the Lord Governor hasn’t left yet?

"Halt!"

As he was examining the city walls, a team of patrolling cavalry charged from the side, the foremost person waving a spear to encircle the carriage.

"Get down!"

"Who are you?"

"Sir." Behind the rider, someone scrutinized Fang Zheng, eyes suddenly lit up, urged forward and quietly said:

"He is the master of Square Porcelain, Fang Zheng."

"Oh!"

The rider raised an eyebrow:

"So it’s Boss Fang Ci, come into the city with me!"

Fang Zheng touched his chin thoughtfully, realizing that the other party knew his background but the tone didn’t relax, instead containing more hostility.

......

Having been away for a while, Gu’an County seemed to have changed, every household kept their doors shut, the streets constantly patrolled by soldiers.

The vigilance was more severe,

surpassing even Zhaonan Prefecture.

What’s going on?

Fang Zheng looked confused as he was led to a dim room.

The windows at the front and back of the room were sealed with wooden rods, and the door was guarded by two armored soldiers, inside was only a small stool.

This is...

A prison?

Fang Zheng raised an eyebrow, glanced around, and sat on the stool.

"Young Master Fang."

Within the room stood a screen, a voice came from behind it:

"We’re just following routine, asking a few questions, and hope you don’t mind."

"I dare not."

Fang Zheng clasped his hands:

"Ask away, I will speak without reservation."

"Good!"

The person behind the screen spoke:

"Where has Young Master Fang been recently while not in the county?"

Fang Zheng was about to speak when his eyes suddenly flickered, paused, and then said:

"Due to business matters, I went to Zhaonan Prefecture, this can be testified by the shopkeeper, steward, and others from Square Porcelain in Prefecture City."

"Prefecture City?" the other party asked:

"At present, the rebel army is besieging the city, with the city gates closed, how did Young Master Fang leave the city?"

"I left the city before the rebel army surrounded it, only avoiding the rebels, hence returning to Gu’an County now," Fang Zheng said:

"With difficult journeys, even my guards met with misfortune."

He sighed lightly, face full of regret.

"So that’s how it is." The silhouette behind the screen nodded at his words, the voice then softened, even carried a hint of laughter:

"I heard Young Master Fang has had his fill of food, wine, and women, especially women. You have two beauties at the mansion considered stunning."

"Especially the one named Jin Shu, not only is she beautiful, but her music skills are exceptional."

"I know a little about music, might there be a chance to meet her?"

"This..." Fang Zheng hesitated for a moment, then said:

"I’m truly sorry, Jin Shu has been frail since childhood, and two months ago she succumbed to illness, Liu Qinghuan also left."

"In the current world..."

"Perhaps it’s grim fate."

Liu Qinghuan and Jin Shu’s backgrounds were unknown, they had given a warning when leaving, so Fang Zheng had arranged instructions for everyone at Fang Mansion.

Facing the inquiry, the answer came naturally.

"Is that so?" The voice sank:

"But when I asked the servants at Fang Mansion, their answers didn’t match, and none of them saw Miss Jin Shu’s demise."

"Jin Shu stayed in the rear courtyard, it’s normal for no one to know," Fang Zheng shook his head, his expression unchanged:

"She was, after all, by my side, and there’s no need for others to handle the body."

"Sir."

He slightly raised his head, staring directly at the screen:

"Just a songstress maid, her life or death is insignificant."

The person behind the screen remained silent for a long time before saying:

"I’ve finished asking, but the matter isn’t over, would you please stay here temporarily for the next few days."

Without waiting for a response, leaving from behind the screen.

Fang Zheng pursed his lips, crossing his hands in thought.

Great Mage!

Just now, while the other was questioning, a vast divine thought silently enveloped the room, even penetrating his sea of consciousness.