Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1778 Arrest
"You can try." Fang Zilan held her sword horizontally in front of her. Fu Mingyue's parents were stunned for a moment, but still dared to ask, "What do you mean by this? Do you think you can kill us?"

Fang Zilan curled her lips into a smile. "You are welcome to report this to the authorities, but in the southeast region these days, even high-ranking officials and nobles are living hand to mouth, let alone arresting me?"

As she spoke, her smile widened, "Besides, I'm not someone you can just catch."

“Even if you are a member of the martial arts world, you shouldn’t be so arrogant.” It was Madam Fu who spoke. Fang Zilan looked at her. “But the name Zixiu is synonymous with arrogance.”

"You are Zixiu?" Madam Fu looked at the person in front of her in disbelief. Although there was a veil between them, the familiarity about her made her almost certain of her identity.

Fang Zilan clearly understood what Madam Fu was thinking. She nodded and said, "Logically speaking, anyone who has seen Zixiu is doomed to die, but I am willing to make an exception tonight."

"Why?" Madam Fu stared intently at Fang Zilan, her smile fading. "I have a very close relationship with Wen Ran. He is willing to risk his life for Miss Fu, and I am also willing to protect the Fu family for his sake."

"What happened to Young Master Wen?" Madam Fu keenly caught the key information in Fang Zilan's words, and her hand holding the sword tightened involuntarily. "His whereabouts are unknown, and his fate is uncertain."

Madam Fu stumbled back a few steps, nearly falling to the ground. Her nanny rushed forward to support her, and she murmured, "Lord Wen is dead, Young Master Wen is missing, the Wen family's destruction is imminent, and the Fu family is also at its end..."

"Madam, watch your words!" The old woman stamped her feet anxiously, even trying to cover Madam Fu's mouth, but she was shoved away. "Am I wrong? You sent Mingyue away, letting her lose her life in vain. Now, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"

"If they hadn't said that if one person in each family died, this storm would have been quelled, and things would have come to this!" Fu Mingyue's father was hysterical, while her mother could only wipe away her tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

"So you already knew?" Madam Fu staggered a couple of steps, and if Fang Zilan hadn't subtly supported her lower back, she would have almost fallen to the ground.

"Madam Fu, she is gone now," Fang Zilan said softly. "It's no use saying anything now."

Upon hearing this, Madam Fu seemed to wake from a dream, turning to look at Fang Zilan, "You just said that you could avenge Mingyue?"

Fang Zilan was silent for a moment, then nodded solemnly, "If Madam Fu trusts me, I can..."

"I believe you," Madam Fu interrupted Fang Zilan, "What do you want?"

“Them.” Fang Zilan raised her sword and pointed at Fu Mingyue’s parents. “When Mr. Xie reopens the court, I need Madam Fu to tell you everything that happened today.”

Madam Fu was stunned for a long time. She knew very well that this move was tantamount to breaking with the Fu family. Her maternal family, the Wei family, was far away in the capital. The head of the family, Wei Mao, was a heartless and ungrateful person. He didn't care about Ouyang Wei's life, let alone her, who was married into the Fu family and had little influence.
If she were to sever ties with the Fu family now, she would find it impossible to move an inch in the future. But if she turned a blind eye, would Fu Mingyue, a living and breathing person, just be wasted like this?
"You can't do it," Fang Zilan said firmly, then laughed self-deprecatingly at the end. "That's true, who doesn't want to protect someone, and who can be without selfish motives?"

After she finished speaking, she helped Madam Fu to steady herself, and then left the Fu family without looking back.

However, as soon as she stepped out of the Fu family's house, she saw Meng Tingyang, who looked depressed. She ignored him, and he followed her for a street.

“Lady of the Heir Apparent…” Meng Tingyang began to speak, but Fang Zilan interrupted him, “You have not kept your promise to me.”

Her expression turned cold as she spoke, "Fu Mingyue is dead."

Meng Tingyang lowered his head and remained silent. Fang Zilan seemed thoughtful. "It seems you already knew. Then what are you doing here?" Someone mustered up the courage to shout, "You say you're Zixiu, so what? I'm the Ten Kings of Hell..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mei Jian slit his throat, splattering blood everywhere.

No one saw Fang Zilan's movements clearly. They only saw her raise her sword and kill someone in the blink of an eye, but her expression was so indifferent that it was as if nothing had happened.

"I killed the Ten Kings of Hell," Fang Zilan said calmly. "Now the grass on their graves is three feet tall."

The more casually she spoke, the more uneasy everyone became. Earlier, the imperial court had issued an announcement saying that the Ten Kings of Hell had committed many evils and had been killed by righteous men. Who would have thought that it was Zi Xiu who had killed them?

But besides Zi Xiu, who else in the world could kill the Ten Kings of Hell single-handedly?

Thinking about it this way, it becomes quite subtle. Was Zi Xiu's killing of the Ten Kings of Hell carried out by order of the imperial court, in the name of the Ghost Gate Prince, or simply a whim of her own?

If she was acting on the orders of the imperial court, then was Zi Xiu also acting on the orders of the imperial court? If it was the Ghost Gate Prince… that’s really unlikely, after all, the Ten Kings of Hell were his capable henchmen, why would he kill them for no reason? If it was just a whim of Zi Xiu’s… then has she gone mad?

"Alright, stop guessing." Fang Zilan looked at the crowd with a half-smile, their expressions a mix of amusement and disbelief. "I won't say anything until your manager shows up."

"Who's in charge?" someone spat, saying, "If you don't explain yourself clearly, you're not seeing anyone!"

"It's alright." Fang Zilan glanced at everyone in the hall, a slight smile curving her lips. "Once I've killed you all, your leaders will naturally want to see me."

"How dare you!" Enraged by Fang Zilan's words, the crowd brandished their weapons and were about to rush forward when a voice rang out from behind the curtain, "Stop."

The two words, neither warm nor cold, made everyone stop and fall silent.

This spacious hall, built inside the mountain and capable of holding a hundred people, was illuminated by lights as if it were daytime. At this moment, it was eerily quiet; you could hear a pin drop. Only the red curtains hanging on the high platform at the very front swayed in the wind, and the sound emanated from there.

Fang Zilan felt the voice was familiar, but couldn't remember who it was, so she looked up and said, "It seems the person in charge is losing his composure."

"So you are Zixiu?" The male voice behind the curtain deepened, and Fang Zilan slowly approached step by step. "The real deal."

After a brief silence, the male voice rang out again, "Zixiu, what are you doing here?"

"I need to find someone," Fang Zilan said succinctly. "King Chakravartin, I need to know where he is."

"You just said that you killed the Ten Kings of Hell." The male voice said meaningfully, "If that's the case, then King Yama is no exception."

"So you knew all along." Fang Zilan used her plum blossom sword to lift the curtain without any politeness, her expression icy. "Stop playing tricks on me..."

She stopped abruptly before she could finish speaking, because the face in front of her was very familiar to her.