Saving System: Calm Down, My Fleeing Host!-Chapter 178: Special Fetish

"It’s alright, let them be arrogant for a while. Once we’ve squeezed out all their value, throw them outside to feed the beasts," Zhuge Fang said nonchalantly, as if those people’s lives were of no importance and could be discarded at will in his eyes.

Mr. Hong nodded silently, thinking this was how his master should be. When necessary, one must be ruthless and unrelenting, punishing when needed, and utilizing when beneficial. If someone holds no useful value, who would bother with false pretenses with them?

Zhuge Fang paused in his steps, remembering another matter, and asked the person behind him, "Have you found those two who escaped?"

Mr. Hong recalled who his master referred to and slightly lowered his head, "Not yet, we have no clue where those two have gone. We’ve sent out three groups of people to search back and forth, but they’ve all returned without any news. With the plague rising now, we can’t recklessly send people out to gather information, in case they catch the disease."

Zhuge Fang snorted coldly; let them enjoy a few more days before they’re dealt with collectively.

Suddenly remembering something else, he asked, "Has that person confessed yet?"

Mr. Hong shook his head, "No, that person is likely from the Death Warrior origin, and further torture might not yield any useful information. Warriors trained by family undergo rigorous training, and regular punishments might not make him speak."

"Since ordinary torture tools are ineffective, identify his weakness. I refuse to believe I can’t handle a Hidden Guard. I must make him talk to find out which family the force behind him belongs to."

Mr. Hong also highly agreed with his master’s approach. That person’s martial arts were formidable, and it took all their fighting power to capture someone so skilled. Such a person could only be supported by a significant power, suggesting a powerful family behind them. The fact that they sent such a skilled person to protect an ordinary village girl made the situation peculiar and unfathomable.

Cheng Xiaoxiao, upon hearing this, was filled with rage; damn it, this group had investigated her family so thoroughly that they uncovered everything.

The system sighed as well, "Host, consider this. In the village, you aren’t exactly low-key. The villagers know everything, and now it’s not easy to keep rumors at bay, especially against the few people familiar with your family. It’s not guaranteed they won’t disclose your secrets, and even more so with the villagers. I figure if they apply a little pressure, someone might break and spill everything."

"I didn’t plan to keep all secrets hidden in the first place."

The village’s knowledge of secrets was superficial and seemingly logical.

She believed she hadn’t exposed anything too significant. As for prophetic dreams, such intangible matters depend entirely on belief and aren’t really secrets.

"For now, we should quickly think of a way to rescue them!" Cheng Xiaoxiao rubbed the corners of her eyes in frustration.

Meanwhile, the conversation in the city continued.

"And that girl who escaped, claiming to have prophetic dreams, what nonsense," Zhuge Fang was skeptical.

Mr. Hong shook his head slightly, "Things do not seem natural. I believe there are other reasons unknown to us. A powerful family’s martial experts wouldn’t protect her otherwise."

No matter what Mr. Hong said, Zhuge Fang dismissed the girl as insignificant. With the Hidden Guard protecting her captured, and so many hostages in hand, what could they possibly disrupt?

The timing, geography, and people were all in Zhuge Fang’s favor, with only two on the opposite side; they couldn’t raise a storm.

He interrupted Mr. Hong’s further remarks, "Teacher, you’re overthinking."

With that said, he went directly into the study.

Zhuge Fang spent the entire afternoon in the study attending to official business, not returning to his quarters until dusk.

His room was filled with incense smoke swirling, and the entire space was ancient and refined, furnished in rosewood, every carving intricate and exquisite.

It appeared elegantly luxurious, serene, and solemn.

Yet now, on his large bed, there lay a beautiful woman, her hands and feet bound with cloth strips, wrists and ankles marked by blood-red lines from her struggles, starkly uttering in protest.

This jarring scene destroyed all sense of tranquility and aesthetic in the room.

Bound on the bed, Liu Fushuang could no longer muster the strength to curse.

She had been starving for a day and a night, her stomach long empty, barely having the strength to rise, let alone after being tormented so terribly by that man the previous night.

Reflecting on her defilement, a wave of sorrow filled her heart; as such an unclean woman, how could she return to her man?

She was no longer pure. What should she do?

Sobbing!

Tears surged as regret engulfed her heart. She should have never trusted those women and their words. No one should have believed them.

They were truly demons, luring villagers into the city only for everything to change. These people were terrifying, appearing harmless and innocent, tricking everyone into letting their guard down, then gradually earning trust to achieve unspeakable purposes.

Here, although calling themselves a Rebel Army with the people’s interests at heart, their actions were even more absurd than capitalists’.

They treated ordinary people as nothing. Useful ones were to work as laborers, while women became mere spasms for men, with elderly folks of the clan already killed.

Her man might be tortured to death. That person’s words were lies, promising not to hurt her man if she complied, sobbing!

All nonsense!

How could she believe, let alone give herself to them?

What’s the point of living?

Just as she brooded on her hopeless path ahead, steady footsteps approached, causing her to tremble in fear as she turned slightly, seeing the man who tormented her last night, fear riveting through her whole body.

Zhuge Fang sat by the bedside, taking satisfaction in the woman’s helplessness, plea, anger, and despair, lightly brushing her hair from her forehead, speaking softly, "Look, it’s my fault, I got so busy I forgot about you."

Saying this, he untied the woman’s bindings.

"Well, have you thought it through, to stay with me? Hmm?"

The man’s gentle words were tender, like those of a devoted knight.

"I, Zhuge Fang, am nothing like that village husband of yours. Here lies endless luxury, supreme power, and unmatched status."

Liu Fushuang shook her head in horror, utterly frightened. This man was terrifying, almost wrecking her completely. The binding wasn’t to prevent her from escaping, as she was too starved and weak to flee. It was because the man before her was perverted, with peculiar fetishes.

Her hatred for him was overwhelming; how could she ever yield to him?