Severed ties and living in a dilapidated house? No worries, the poor thing has a space.

Fang Yu gripped the torch tightly in his hand, and the flames instantly engulfed the entire room in light.

However, the scene that came into view made Fang Yu's heart clench.

The room's furnishings were almost identical to those when Fang Yu's family was forced to leave the Fang family home.

The room was empty; there wasn't even a decent bed in sight, and the floor was covered only with a thin layer of straw.

It is the time of year when the wind howls and the cold is biting, and some of them are only wearing a pair of worn-out straw sandals, their feet must have been frozen numb.

What's even more worrying is that there were several children in the crowd who were only teenagers.

The young children huddled together, relying on each other for warmth.

Their small bodies trembled slightly. Looking at the scene before him, Fang Yu felt a heavy weight in his heart, as if a huge boulder was pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe.

She slowly moved to the lonely table in the room, where a pot of water and several broken bowls were placed for the group to use.

Fang Yu took a deep breath and gently lit the dim oil lamp on the table.

The dim light flickered, illuminating her increasingly solemn face.

Fang Yu tried to calm her turbulent emotions and made her tone sound gentle yet firm: "Everyone, from this moment on, you are free. Leave here immediately!"

However, after she finished speaking, the room fell into a deathly silence, and no one made a move.

Moreover, the fear that was already present in people's eyes became even more intense than when they first saw Fang Yu, this uninvited guest.

It's as if leaving this place is a more terrifying thing than staying here.

The two sides were at a stalemate.

Fang Yu's gaze slowly swept across everyone's faces one by one, and then she asked again, "Don't you all want to live?"

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps approached, and Fuju rushed into the house.

He called out to Fang Yu with a look of anxiety, "Miss Fang, none of them want to leave!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that the situation in this room was no different from that in the other rooms.

Despite the door being wide open, not a single person present dared to move an inch.

Fu Ju turned his gaze to the crowd, his eyes suddenly fixed on one of the people as if drawn by something.

He blurted out instinctively, "Uncle Lin!"

The man called Uncle Lin became extremely tense almost the instant he heard the shout, and his body involuntarily stiffened.

He stared wide-eyed, his gaze fixed on the front of him, as if he couldn't believe that the face before him was someone he knew.

Seeing this, Fu Ju became even more anxious. He quickly stepped forward, pushed through the crowd, and pulled Wang Bo out from the throng.

Before he could even speak, his gaze suddenly froze, and he stood there as if he had been frozen in place, swallowing back the words he was about to say.

When he reached out and grabbed Uncle Wang's arm, a feeling of emptiness washed over him instantly; what he was holding in his hand was just a thin layer of coarse cloth!

Uncle Lin's entire arm has disappeared...

Uncle Lin stared straight into his eyes, his weathered face filled with shock and disbelief.

His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but something seemed to be blocking his throat, and he could only utter indistinct sounds: "You...you are..."

However, despite the turmoil in his heart, Uncle Lin ultimately failed to utter the name of the person he longed for.

Because in his view, this was simply impossible.

He knew all too well that person's ruthlessness and decisive style of doing things.

Once a fight is started, the perpetrators will be ruthless and determined to eliminate any future threats, leaving no chance for the other party to recover.

Uncle Lin's lips trembled slightly, and the trembling became faster and faster.

After a long while, he finally managed to shift his gaze away from the other person and turn to Fang Yu beside him, slowly saying, "You should leave. Even if we escape this place, we will never escape the grasp of Young Master Xin."

After saying this, Uncle Lin sighed deeply, his eyes becoming incredibly dim.

At this moment, Wang Bo couldn't help but think of his old general, who had devoted his life to the people and was dedicated to serving them, but ultimately met a tragic end.

He longed to leave with the old general, but unfortunately, he had responsibilities to fulfill and could not give up so easily.

So he chose to use his already frail and dying life to protect those innocent people.

I only hope that the old general can rest in peace in the afterlife, no longer suffering from the troubles of the world.

Fang Yu pondered to himself that the reason why these people were so stubbornly unwilling to leave this place was probably not hard to guess.

Undoubtedly, they were simply afraid that they would fall into Xin Fujinyan's clutches again after leaving.

What awaits them then will be an even more miserable and unbearable fate than what they have now.

Therefore, staying here has become their only lifeline.

Perhaps one day, when Xin Fu Jin Yan is in a good mood, he might take pity on them and let them go, giving them a way out.

Thinking of this, Fang Yu gently reached out and touched Fu Ju, who seemed particularly agitated, while giving him a suggestive look, indicating that he wanted to speak to her privately.

Fu Ju was slightly taken aback, but quickly understood Fang Yu's intention.

He stared intently at Uncle Lin not far away, then followed closely behind Fang Yu without hesitation, heading towards a secluded corner together.

After the two stood still, Fang Yu asked bluntly, "Do you want to save these innocent people, save your mother, seek justice for your father, and enable all the people of the Chi Kingdom to live a peaceful and prosperous life?"

Faced with this series of soul-searching questions, Fu Zi clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning pale from the excessive force.

His gaze was firm and profound as he slowly said, "To enable all people to live and work in peace and contentment—this was the original aspiration my father dedicated his life to, fighting and shedding blood on the battlefield. Unfortunately, fate is unpredictable, and things ultimately did not go as planned..."