The frail counselor you said, you fight against three heroes alone?

Qin Feng squinted his eyes, looking at the village looming in front of him, with an indescribable expectation in his heart.

He frowned slightly, and the scene described by Song Shuwen kept appearing in his mind. He wondered secretly whether this village was really the village near the scene of the incident that they had been looking for.

"Do you think this is the place we are looking for?" a secret guard asked in a low voice, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Qin Feng pondered for a moment and said in a deep voice: "No matter whether it is true or not, we have to go check it out. We have gone through so much trouble to find this village, and we must not let go of any clues easily."

Several secret guards nodded, with determined looks on their faces.

They walked towards the village cautiously, taking every step with extreme caution.

Qin Feng and his secret guards stood in the yard of Song Dabao's house, and their figures appeared quietly like ghosts.

Song Dabao was originally basking in the sun leisurely, but when he suddenly saw the people in front of him, his eyes widened and his face was full of astonishment.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously, muttering to himself: "Am I dreaming? Why did so many people suddenly appear?"

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked Song Dabao up and down.

His expression was stern and his eyes revealed a kind of majesty.

"Are you Song Dabao?" Qin Feng's voice was low and powerful.

Song Dabao was shocked by Qin Feng's momentum, and an inexplicable fear surged in his heart. He stammered, "Yes... yes, I am Song Dabao. Who... who are you?"

Qin Feng did not answer his question immediately, but continued to look at him.

"I heard that your mother just passed away?"

When Song Dabao heard this, his eyes dimmed instantly and a sad expression appeared on his face.

"Yes, my mother just passed away, and my heart is..." He lowered his head slightly, his voice choked.

"We are here this time to ask you something important." Qin Feng's tone softened a little, "I hope you can answer truthfully."

Song Dabao raised his head and looked at Qin Feng and others in confusion.

"What do you want to ask? I'm just an ordinary citizen."

Qin Feng took a step forward, staring at Song Dabao.

"Do you know a man named Song Shuwen?"

Song Dabao was slightly stunned.

When Song Dabao heard Qin Feng mention Song Shuwen, his heart suddenly tightened and he was stunned for a moment.

"Are they here to seek revenge on my brother?"

He thought secretly, a look of panic on his face.

"No, I really don't know any Song Shuwen." Song Dabao said hurriedly, his eyes full of panic.

His heart was pounding as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

Qin Feng frowned, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

He grabbed Song Dabao by the collar and lifted him up.

"I warn you, you'd better tell the truth, otherwise I will kill you!" Qin Feng's voice was cold and harsh, like a threat from hell.

Song Dabao was frightened by Qin Feng's actions and his hands were shaking.

"Please spare me, sir. Please spare me! I really don't know Song Shuwen." He begged bitterly, his face as pale as paper.

Qin Feng stared at Song Dabao intently, trying to find a flaw in his expression. "Are you sure you don't know him? I'll give you one more chance. If you still don't tell the truth, don't blame me for being rude."

Song Dabao's body trembled even more violently, and his heart was filled with fear.

But when he thought of his brother's safety, he gritted his teeth and insisted, "I really don't know him, so please let me go."

Qin Feng's eyes became colder and colder, with a cruel arc at the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that you won't tell the truth unless I use some tricks." He said slowly, his tone full of threats.

Song Dabao looked at Qin Feng in horror, his eyes full of despair.

Before he could react, Qin Feng began to torture him.

Intense pain instantly spread throughout Song Dabao's body. He was in excruciating pain and his screams echoed in the yard.

"Ah! Please spare me, I'll tell you, I'll tell you!" Song Dabao finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly.

His face was covered with sweat and his complexion was as pale as paper.

"I do know Song Shuwen. He came to treat my mother, but in the end he couldn't bring her back to life." Song Dabao panted heavily, his voice weak.

Qin Feng stopped what he was doing and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Do you have a brother?" He stared at Song Dabao, waiting for his answer.

Song Dabao curled up in pain, his heart full of regret.

He knew he couldn't hide it any longer.

"Yes, I have a brother." He whispered.

Qin Feng stared at Song Dabao with a sharp gaze and shouted, "Lead the way immediately! Otherwise, don't even think about seeing the sun tomorrow!"

Song Dabao showed hesitation on his face and his heart was filled with fear and confusion.

He knew that if he revealed his brother's secret, the consequences would be disastrous.

But the evil-like man in front of him made him terrified.

He bit his lip and asked tentatively: "You... who are you?"

Qin Feng's eyes flashed, and he raised his hand without hesitation and slapped Song Dabao hard.

"Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask! Lead the way!"

Song Dabao was hit so hard by the slap that he saw stars and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

He covered his cheek, his eyes full of fear.

He knew he had no way out and could only obey Qin Feng's orders.

Song Dabao's fear and doubt were intertwined in his heart. He could not hold back and asked again: "Are you...are you someone close to the prime minister?"

As soon as he said this, he regretted it because he saw Qin Feng's face suddenly darken.

Qin Feng's eyes were wide open with anger. Without hesitation, he raised his hand again and slapped Song Dabao hard.

"I told you not to ask questions that you shouldn't ask! Why don't you learn your lesson?"

Song Dabao saw stars after being slapped in the face, and the severe pain on his face almost made him cry out.

With no other options, Song Dabao had to lower his head and walk obediently in front to lead the way.

His footsteps were heavy and slow, and every step seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

He was in great anxiety, not knowing what fate would await him and his brother.

He looked back at Qin Feng and others from time to time, and those ghost-like figures made him shudder.

He could only pray silently in his heart, hoping that everything would go smoothly.

Boss Song was sitting in the house, thinking about something in his mind.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open and Song Dabao walked in.

Boss Song frowned, a look of doubt appeared on his face.

"Didn't I tell you not to come to me casually? What are you doing here?"

Song Dabao's face was full of bitterness. He just sighed heavily, but didn't know where to start.

At this moment, several secret guards appeared quietly like ghosts.

Boss Song was startled and his eyes instantly became alert.

He stood up quickly, his hand unconsciously reaching for the weapon beside him.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Boss Song asked sternly, his voice full of tension.

Qin Feng walked out from the secret guards and looked at Boss Song with cold eyes.

"We are looking for you because we have something important to tell you."

Boss Song looked at Qin Feng and the others, secretly guessing their purpose.

Song Dabao had a sad face, tears welling up in his eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "Brother, I was forced to do this! They almost tortured me to death."

His body was trembling slightly, and his face was full of fear and grievance, as if he was still immersed in the previous fear.

Upon hearing this, Boss Song's face instantly turned gloomy. He looked at Qin Feng viciously, with anger burning in his eyes.

"Are you Xiyu's men?" His voice was like thunder.

Qin Feng had a blank expression on his face and looked at Boss Song with cold eyes.

"You should have guessed it when we came here." His tone was flat, but revealed an unquestionable majesty.

Boss Song's heart sank, he knew his guess was correct.

He clenched his teeth tightly, his heart filled with resentment and anger. "What on earth do you want to do?" There was a hint of despair in his voice.

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly: "We just want to understand some things. As long as you cooperate, we won't embarrass you."

Boss Song's eyes were wide open, staring fiercely at Qin Feng and others, as if he wanted to eat them alive.

Qin Feng looked calm, and said slowly: "Good people will be blessed by heaven, and God has eyes. The reason why we were able to find you Song brothers is because Song Shuwen is not dead. We followed the clues and found this place."

When Boss Song heard the news, he was in a state of panic, with countless thoughts flashing through his mind. "Song Shuwen is not dead? How is this possible?" He thought to himself, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

Qin Feng's eyes were stern, and he said in a tough tone: "Boss Song, hurry up and follow us, otherwise we will be rude to you."

When Boss Song heard this, the anger in his heart was instantly ignited.

He glared at Qin Feng and said loudly: "Why should I go with you?"

Qin Feng did not answer his question, but just looked at him coldly.

Seeing that Qin Feng didn't say anything, Boss Song waved his fist and rushed towards Qin Feng.

However, Boss Song was no match for the secret guards. The secret guards easily dodged his attack and then quickly attacked and knocked him to the ground.

Boss Song groaned in pain, his heart filled with resentment and anger.

Qin Feng looked at Boss Song who was knocked down, with a sarcastic smile on his face.

"You overestimate your abilities," he said contemptuously.

Half an hour later, Qin Feng brought Boss Song to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

He walked steadily and looked solemn, but there was a hint of anticipation in his heart.

After entering the mansion, Qin Feng came in front of Xi Yu and bowed respectfully.

"Mr. Prime Minister, the mastermind has been caught and is being interrogated. I believe there will be a result."

When Xi Yu heard this, a look of relief appeared on his face.

He nodded slightly, looking at Qin Feng and the others, his eyes full of admiration. "You have worked hard. You have made an invaluable contribution to catching the mastermind this time."

Qin Feng bowed his head slightly and said modestly: "It is my honor to serve the Prime Minister."

Xi Yu stood up, walked to Qin Feng and patted him on the shoulder.

"Interrogate the case thoroughly and get to the bottom of the matter."

Qin Feng nodded solemnly, "I obey your command."

Wenxuan hurried to the Prime Minister's Mansion, her face full of anxiety and anticipation.

The moment he walked into the mansion and saw Xiyu, Wenxuan couldn't wait to ask, "Xiyu, is it true that your son is not really dead?"

Her eyes were fixed on Xi Yu, and her heart was so nervous that it felt as if a drum was beating non-stop.

Xi Yu was slightly stunned, then smiled and asked, "How did you know?"

There was a hint of curiosity in his eyes, but also a bit of scrutiny.

Wenxuan breathed a sigh of relief and a look of joy appeared on his face.

"It seems to be true." She said softly, and a big stone in her heart finally fell to the ground.

This is what Dongfanghong said, and I also feel that there is some truth to it.

Xiyu nodded slightly and looked at Wenxuan.

"Since you have already guessed it, I will tell you the truth. This is also to lure out the mastermind behind it."

After hearing Xiyu's words, Wenxuan felt a complex emotion in his heart.

She was happy that Xiyu's son was not really dead, but also worried about the approach Xiyu took.

"I was worried for nothing. Now I'm fine. But it doesn't seem like a good idea to lure out the mastermind in this way."

"There is news about Song Shuwen, and the mastermind behind this has been arrested. Song Shuwen agreed to take in more disciples in the future, which is a good start."

Wenxuan stood aside, and when she heard the news, her eyes lit up instantly. An indescribable joy surged in her heart, as if a blooming flower was blooming in her heart.

"Great! My suggestion has been adopted." Wenxuan said excitedly, his voice full of joy.

Xi Yu nodded slightly, with a satisfied smile on his face. "Yes, this is a good thing for us. I hope Song Shuwen can live up to everyone's expectations and cultivate more pillars of society."

"In that case, I should leave too."

Xi Yu's expression was full of seriousness.

"But it should be kept secret for now. Don't tell anyone yet."

"I will promise." She said solemnly.

"But you can talk to Dongfang Dong," he added.

Wenxuan nodded slightly.

On the other side, in Lin Dajiang's shop, Hu Lin was immersed in his work.

He thought to himself that he must do the job well and not make any mistakes, otherwise he would be scolded by the shopkeeper again.

A few days ago, the shopkeeper Lin Dajiang came back.

Hu Lin heard the footsteps and looked at Lin Dajiang with a joyful smile on his face.

Lin Dajiang strode up to Hu Lin and said, "Hu Lin, I have good news for you. Although my nephew jumped off the cliff, he is not dead."

Hu Lin was also happy for the shopkeeper. He smiled sincerely and said, "Shopkeeper, this is great!"

These days, Lin Dajiang has been in a state of extreme happiness.

But Hu Lin still secretly reminded himself not to relax at work just because the other party was happy.

But something happened this morning that made him unable to be happy.

The early morning sun shone softly on the earth, and Hulin was carrying a heavy load.

As he walked with difficulty, he was thinking about today's delivery tasks in his mind.

After walking for a long time, Hu Lin felt a little tired, so he stopped to rest at a place he passed by.

As soon as he sat down, he heard a few passers-by whispering.

"Hey, have you heard? Wenxuan from Youzhou College has a special relationship with the prime minister." A man with a gossipy face said mysteriously.

"What's so unusual about it?" another person immediately came over and asked curiously.

"Others address the Prime Minister respectfully when they see him, but Wenxuan just calls him by his name in front of everyone, and the Prime Minister actually accepts it calmly. Tsk tsk, maybe they are having an affair." The man winked, his tone full of malicious speculation.

When Hu Lin heard these words, his face darkened instantly. His brows knitted tightly together, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

Hu Lin stood up suddenly and glared at the people who were talking.

"Don't talk nonsense! Miss Wenxuan is not that kind of person!" he shouted.

The passers-by were frightened by Hu Lin's sudden outburst. They looked at Hu Lin in astonishment, with expressions of panic on their faces.

"Who are you? How do you know Wenxuan is not that kind of person?" one of them asked bravely.

Hu Lin took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

"I... although I don't know Miss Wenxuan, I believe in her character. You can't slander others based on some unfounded speculations."

Seeing Hu Lin's righteous words, those people knew they were in the wrong, so they stopped talking and dispersed in shame.

Hu Lin looked at their departing backs, and the anger in his heart gradually subsided.

Hu Lin dragged his tired body back to the shop, and the words he heard on the road kept echoing in his mind.

He sat in the corner, looking gloomy and frowning.

"There's no smoke without fire. What if this is true?" Hu Lin pondered this sentence over and over in his mind.

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, and an indescribable sense of loss surged in his heart.

"No wonder Wenxuan doesn't like me. It turns out he is trying to curry favor with the prime minister." Hu Lin's eyes revealed pain and disappointment.

He recalled his deep affection for Wenxuan, but Wenxuan had always been cold to him.

Now, he seemed to have found the reason, but this reason made him even more uncomfortable.

In Hu Lin's heart, Xi Yu was considered his love rival.

"The Prime Minister is so noble and has so many women, why is he still thinking about his beloved woman?"

Hu Lin's face turned very ugly and his eyes were burning with anger.

Hu Lin sat there with a sorrowful heart, his thoughts in a tangled mess.

He kept weighing his situation in his mind, "After all, I am just a nobody, how can I compete with the prime minister for a woman?"

However, the next moment, an impulse surged in his heart, and he wanted to go to Youzhou College to ask Wenxuan.

But soon, reason pulled him back.

"It's their freedom to like whoever they want. Why should they ask?"

He smiled self-deprecatingly, thinking that he was really overestimating his own abilities.

After a fierce ideological struggle, Hu Lin finally made up his mind.

"Yes, just tell her to watch out for rumors."

Hu Lin stood up and straightened his clothes.

He asked for leave from Lin Dajiang.

Lin Dajiang, who was particularly happy these days, agreed.

Hu Lin walked towards Youzhou College. (End of this chapter)