Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 192 - 73: Evading (Part 3)

But it is certain,

there will definitely be another upheaval before the snow melts.

"Hmm..." Fang Zheng showed a contemplative expression and turned his head to look at Liu Qinghuan and the two women:

"Do you have any opinions?"

"Jin Shu said we could go to Xielou Lane," Liu Qinghuan replied crisply:

"The people there are poor and have been hit by refugee crises twice, leaving the place in ruins. The White Lotus Sect will surely lose interest."

"While over here..."

"The residents are wealthy, with money, and more importantly, food in their homes. The starving refugees surely won't spare them."

"We might as well hide in Xielou Lane for a while."

"Hmm?"

"Oh!"

The suggestion was unexpected, but on closer thought, it was indeed feasible.

And there's another reason.

The Fang Mansion has few people!

There are only around ten in total, so sneaking into Xielou Lane wouldn't attract attention, unlike other big families.

"But..." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Old Liu looked troubled:

"What about the things at home?"

"Things lost can be replaced, but lives lost mean the true loss of everything," Fang Zheng chuckled dismissively:

"I don't care, so why should you?"

"Alright then!"

He made a decision:

"Wu Hai."

"Here."

"Take Li San and go check Xielou Lane at dawn."

"Yes."

"Old Liu."

"Here."

"Take a few others to organize the carts in the backyard. If this plan works, we need to bring as much food as possible to avoid hunger."

"Yes."

"Ladies." Fang Zheng looked at Jin Shu and Liu Qinghuan.

"Young Master Fang," Jin Shu spoke:

"Let me know if you need anything."

"For clothing and fabrics, I'll trouble the two of you to assist," Fang Zheng smiled at Old Liu's daughter:

"Girl, take the two sisters to the back."

"Yes," Old Liu's daughter replied crisply:

"Sisters, come with me."

......

Three days later.

"Things are not looking good."

Wu Hai rubbed his hands, looking anxious:

"Today, I disguised myself and went to the refugee area. There were people from the Fragrance Sect distributing porridge, thick porridge, saying there might not be any later."

What would refugees who are full but have no next meal do?

It's not hard to guess.

"Refugees would rather die in the chaos at night than starve for nothing," Jin Shu spoke slowly:

"Everyone knows there's enough food stocked in the wealthy families' warehouses in the city for the townsfolk to eat for a year, more than enough."

"But they just won't share."

"Greed can swallow up ambitions, only to suffer the consequences..."

"Miss Jin Shu," Old Liu said:

"The master isn't one who hoards and profiteers."

"Indeed," Jin Shu smiled:

"Young Master Fang is different from others."

"It's not only refugees." Wu Hai looked up and said:

"Over in the West Market, some people aren't short of food, but the situation still seems off; likely planning to profit in the chaos."

"This..." Old Liu was dumbfounded:

"Are they crazy?"

On the eve of an upheaval, instead of staying away, they think of stirring trouble.

"There are quite a few of such people," Liu Qinghuan pursed her lips:

"There have always been."

"It's getting late." Fang Zheng stood in the courtyard, watching the sky slowly darken, and said softly:

"Let's go."

"Yes."

Everyone agreed.

......

In the past few days, they had meticulously planned the route to Xielou Lane, choosing paths seldom traveled by people, to avoid attention.

The night was dark.

No wind,

the city was dead silent.

More than ten people from Fang Mansion emerged from the back, pulling three inconspicuous carts, silently disappearing into a narrow alley.

"Clop clop..."

"Creak... creak..."

The footsteps and the sound of the wheels turned steadily.

There were refugees in the alley.

They squatted against the walls, eyes vacant like lifeless clay sculptures, showing no reaction as the group passed by.

"Boom!"

Far away,

a roar suddenly sounded.

The group's steps halted, with everyone exchanging looks.

"Brothers!"

A roaring voice followed:

"Starving or fighting are all a kind of death. Since that's the case, why not take a few down with us, and rush forward with me!"

"Grain piles up like mountains in Ren Family's warehouse, boxes of gold and silver!" Another voice boomed:

"Charge in, divide the food, divide the gold and silver!"

"The government warehouse's grain is fed to rats while leaving us hungry, so many women and children have died, why not fight!"

"Charge!"

"Attack wealthy families, divide the assets!"

"..."

The chaos grew louder, gradually becoming thunderous, with fires erupting in the city, illuminating the night brightly.

This stirred an inexplicable unrest.

From corners, ruins, mud, one by one, refugees slowly raised their heads, their lifeless eyes gradually emitting a fierce and cold light, their bodies standing upright.

Figures emerged from every corner of Gu'an County, looking towards the areas where the rich families resided.

West Market.

A crowd rushed into shop after shop, starting to smash, burn, and loot.

Chaos,

spreading at an unabatable pace, its core being the area where the city's wealthy households and major merchants, led by the government office, were located.

"Gulp..." Old Liu swallowed, thighs trembling.

"Go."

Fang Zheng said heavily:

"Don't stop."

The convoy continued moving forward.

"Huff..."

Suddenly, refugees on both sides rushed up, reaching out to grab things from the carts.

"Get lost!"

Wu Hai, Li San, and others stepped forward to block the refugees, using their robust physique to suppress the resistance, throwing them harshly into corners.

"Go find real rich folks if you dare, don't mess with us!"

"Tsh!"

"Hurry up."

"Ignore them."

The convoy quickened its pace, rushing towards Xielou Lane; the path they chose had fewer people, and the further they went, the farther from the chaos.

Gradually,

the destination became visible.

"Hmm?"

Fang Zheng's eyebrows twitched as he flipped onto a nearby wall.

"Master." Wu Hai looked up:

"What's the matter?"

"Ran into a group I've been searching for," Fang Zheng waved his hand:

"You guys head over first, I'll be right back."

"But..." Wu Hai hesitated, then nodded:

"Master, be careful."

Before his words settled, Fang Zheng had already vanished from the wall.

Cyan Wolf Gang!

There are Cyan Wolf Gang members in the city?

Didn't they go to Changtu Prefecture?

Could it be...

They've returned?

Fang Zheng hadn't forgotten, it was Hu Yanting of the Cyan Wolf Gang who killed his uncle. Now that he found a clue, he naturally wouldn't let it slip away.