Chapter 393 Coincidence?

Chapter 393 Coincidence?

Along the way, Zhao Yushu tried his best to take care of the feelings of the big brother who was leading the way. He didn't take him to run too fast, and he also got to know the so-called Xu Erwazi a little.

Xu Erwa's real name is Xu Sheng. He himself has no special features, but his father is a master of mutton soup who is well-known in Yuezhou. Xu Da learned the craft early and followed the army to the front line to become a sergeant in the fire corps, which is not bad.

Xu Sheng was a little uneducated and often got into trouble outside, so Old Xu forced him to stay by his side to help.

"So, sir, I also think he looks a bit like him, but that little bastard Xu Sheng is not a scholar either."

"It doesn't matter. Let's take a look when we get there. By the way, what are the characteristics of Xu Sheng? When we get nearby, just give me directions. We are all neighbors, so don't go over there."

The elder brother chuckled and said, "Sir, you are very thoughtful. I will not be polite to you. The most conspicuous thing about Xu Sheng is that he has a very obvious big mole on his left chin, and there is a hair on it. Because of this, I think it is him today."

Zhao Yushu nodded to show that he understood, and soon arrived at Xiadongguan. The elder brother pointed to a shop and said, "That's it. They make soup here during the day and live in the yard at the back at night."

Zhao Yushu thanked him again, let the elder brother leave first, and jumped into the yard.

Zhao Yushu's ears moved and he found that there was only one breathing sound in the yard, and it was quite heavy, probably from an old man.

If that's the case, Xu Sheng either hasn't returned yet, or he is a cultivator, and an extremely vigilant cultivator at that, controlling his breathing and heartbeat at all times.

Not surprisingly, it is the first one.

It's curfew now and he hasn't come back yet. Where could he have gone?

Zhao Yushu walked towards the house. With his skills, he could approach so quietly and silently. Not to mention the already asleep Old Xu, even a sixth-level cultivator might not be able to notice him.

The yard was not big, and was filled with the mutton smell and the remaining aroma of mutton soup. Zhao Yushu simply identified the direction in the dark and walked towards an uninhabited hut.

Gently pushing open the window and turning over, Zhao Yushu waved his hand to dispel the strange smell.

There are two beds here, which should be the brothers' residence, but one of the beds is full of miscellaneous items.

As soon as Xu Da left, his younger brother used his bed as a storage locker.

And Xu Sheng was obviously not a clean person. Zhao Yushu closed the window, and transferred his spiritual power to his eyes, allowing him to see every detail of the house.

Clutter, all kinds of clutter, all kinds of dirty and smelly clutter!

How can there be such unhygienic people!

Zhao Yushu was so angry that he wanted to blow up the hut with one palm, but fortunately he still remembered what he was here for.

After walking around, Zhao Yushu pulled out a moon-white gown from the top of a pile of clothes.

A brand new scholar's uniform.

It's probably him.

Zhao Yushu picked up the clothes, pushed the door open without hesitation, walked into Lao Xu's room, and lit the oil lamp.

Lao Xu was awakened by the noise and sat up with a jerk: "What are you doing?"

A token stood in front of him. Although Lao Xu was illiterate, he knew that the person who could hold the token was definitely not someone he could afford to offend.

"My Lord! My Lord! I have always been law-abiding and never cheated in my mutton soup!"

"That's not what I want to ask you."

Zhao Yushu had a cold face and had no intention of chatting with him.

"Do you recognize this dress?"

Lao Xu stared blankly for a while and said, "Which school does this young man come from?"

"This belongs to your son Xu Sheng."

Old Xu chuckled, "Don't be ridiculous, my second child went to school for two days, but he was not a good student. He stopped going when he was ten. Where did he get these clothes?"

"Where is Xu Sheng now?"

Lao Xu was shocked: "Erwa, are you in trouble again?"

Zhao Yushu narrowed his eyes and said, "Human lives are at stake. I don't have time to waste with you. Tell me where Xu Sheng is."

"Erwa, Erwa, did someone kill someone?"

With a clang, the cold iron sword was unsheathed, and Lao Xu's voice stopped suddenly.

"It may not be him. If I find him, I will deal with him impartially. If he continues to hide, I will be merciless."

Old Xu burst into tears: "Sir, please spare my life! My eldest son is in the army and is our comrade!"

"For the last time, where is Xu Sheng?"

"After Erwa came back in the evening, he said he was going to a friend's place tonight."

"more specific."

"Zheshan Street, it should be Lanyue Tower."

"Borthel?"

"Correct."

Zhao Yushu frowned: "Is selling mutton soup so profitable?"

Lao Xu gave a bitter laugh: "How can the hard-earned money be enough to go to a brothel? It was all paid for by his friends."

Lao Xu blinked his eyes and saw that the young man had disappeared. Only the faint oil lamp was left, flickering in the wind as the man left.

Zhao Yushu stopped two patrolling soldiers in the street, showed his token, asked about the location of Zheshan Street, and then took quick steps and arrived there in just half an incense stick of time.

Folding Fan Street is named this not because folding fans are produced in abundance here, but because the entire area is surrounded by two main roads and a river, forming a shape similar to a folding fan, similar to Yan Ganzi Street in the capital city of the previous life.

There are almost no residents here, it is entirely made up of brothels, gambling houses and wine shops, forming an area of ​​its own with bright lights every night. Even the curfew is only outside Folding Fan Street.

Lanyue Tower is not the largest brothel, but it is not small either, and it is easy to find.

As soon as Zhao Yushu entered the room, he was surrounded by several girls. If it were normal times, he might have chatted with the girls with a smile, but time was tight now, so the girls saw a government token and an unsheathed sword at the same time.

The girls all retreated and let the madam out.

The madam wiped her sweat and said, "Sir, we are all doing legitimate business. Have we come to the wrong place?"

"I'm looking for Xu Sheng."

The madam was a little confused: "Who is this Xu Sheng?"

"The second son of Mr. Xu, the owner of the Xiadongguan Mutton Soup Shop, has a mole on his chin."

"Oh, I know. One of Mr. Zhu's hangers-on is on the third floor." A girl suddenly realized and pointed to a room on the third floor.

Mr. Zhu?

Zhao Yushu became furious. He stomped his feet and flew into the sky, landing directly on the porch on the third floor, causing a lot of exclamations.

"God, god!" The madam's eyes went dark. This god was coming with such a fierce momentum. Mr. Zhu was of such a noble status. If he caused trouble here, how many lives would she have to pay for it?

"Quick! Go and invite Master Zhu!"

With a bang, the door was kicked open. Four or five young men inside were drinking and chatting with a few girls. They were all startled by the sound.

"What are you doing!" A thin young man jumped up and pointed at Zhao Yushu and shouted at him.

Zhao Yushu didn't even look at him, but only stared at the other two people, one of whom had a mole on his chin, and the other was Zhu Huo, whom he had seen several times.

A piece of clothing was thrown over and landed on Xu Sheng's head. At the same time, an extremely cold voice came: "Where is A-Dong?"

Zhu Huo was very angry, but he didn't dare to move. He was so frightened by the murderous intent emanating from the Sixth Heaven cultivator that he couldn't even shake his legs.

He never expected that Zhao Yushu would come here directly. He thought Zhao Yushu came for him until he heard the four words "Where is Adong".

Zhu Huo turned around in amazement and looked at the hanger-on who was ripping his clothes off. An extremely absurd sense of uneasiness rose up and rolled.

Damn it, I feel like I've been fooled.