Siheyuan: Reborn Silly Pillar, Taking Control of the Entire Courtyard

He Yuzhu leaned against the gate frame.

Looking at the hazy sky at the entrance of the alley, my memories of Wangfujing Street were as blurry as if shrouded in a layer of fog.

I only vaguely remember that the area was always bustling with people.

Silk shops, general stores, teahouses and taverns crowded together, their signs swaying in the wind.

But what made him even more uneasy than the shops and the crowds were the figures that could be seen everywhere.

The patrol team consisted of men in khaki uniforms, carrying rifles with bayonets, and dark-skinned police officers with batons at their waists and long faces.

They scanned the passersby as if they were prey, and the air was thick with a tense, oppressive atmosphere.

"Tsk—"

He Yuzhu sucked hard on his teeth, his cheeks sinking in, his fingertips unconsciously digging into the wood grain on the door frame.

The task this system issued was practically pushing him to the edge of a knife. It was incredibly difficult!

He thought to himself: if he made a commotion in the middle of nowhere, he could run away and maybe hide for a while using the terrain.

But what kind of place is Wangfujing?

That was a bustling downtown area where every inch of land was incredibly valuable. Let alone making a big commotion, even just falling down could attract a crowd of onlookers.

If things were done according to the mission requirements, the police and patrol teams would arrive within three to five minutes and completely surround the scene.

If he's unlucky, the patrol team might be patrolling nearby and break down the door, catching him red-handed. Then he'll have nowhere to cry.

"What do we do?"

He Yuzhu paced around twice, his feet scraping against the blue bricks on the ground with a rustling sound, his brows furrowed into a deep knot.

He tried to concentrate and communicate with the system in his mind: "System, this task is too difficult, can we give up?"

The cold, mechanical voice echoed in his mind without any emotion, like a bucket of cold water being poured over his head.

[WARNING! If the host voluntarily abandons this mission, the system will permanently stop refreshing new missions and related clues until peace is restored, and the host will no longer be able to obtain any system supplies!]

"Damn it! This system is a piece of shit!"

He Yuzhu cursed under his breath and kicked the pile of firewood in the corner hard. The dry firewood scattered all over the ground with a "crash" sound.

This system has completely cut off his escape route!

He gritted his teeth, the muscles in his cheeks twitching, and made a firm decision.

"Fine, you win! Tomorrow I'll scout it out first, figure out the patrol routes and layout. If there's really no way, I'll just abandon the mission, wait until I'm done with this life, and wander the streets looking for opportunities. That's better than sitting here waiting to die!"

The decision was made, but the weight in my heart felt unbearable.

Throughout the rest of the night, his mind was filled with the layout of Wangfujing's streets and alleys, and the possible routes of the patrol teams.

And how to complete a mission under someone's nose and get away unscathed? I was up until almost dawn before I finally drifted off to sleep.

The next day, the sun climbed up the window and shone brightly into the room.

He Yuzhu was still lying on the kang (a heated brick bed).

His father, He Daqing, shouted through the door, "Zhu'er, wake up! The sun's already high in the sky, are you still sleeping? Get up and chop some firewood!"

"Yes, Father..."

He Yuzhu gave a muffled reply, turned over, his eyelids felt as heavy as lead, and drowsiness overwhelmed him like a tide.

I was so preoccupied with my calculations last night that I'm now feeling a throbbing pain in my temples and can't keep my eyes open.

Before he could fall back into a deep sleep, a series of loud bangs came from outside the courtyard gate, accompanied by Xu Damao's clear and urgent shouts.

"Brother Zhu! Brother Zhu! Open the door! It's Da Mao! Are you home?"

The banging on the door was like drumming, making it impossible for anyone to have any peace and quiet.

He Yuzhu rubbed his sore eyes, his face covered in dark circles, and slowly got up, slipping on his shoes to open the door.

As soon as the door latch was pulled open, Xu Damao's clever little face came closer. His neatly combed hair was a little messy, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. His eyes were wide open, like a curious little monkey, staring straight at his face.

"Brother Zhu, what happened to your eyes?"

Xu Damao reached out to poke his dark circles, but He Yuzhu dodged by turning his head away.

"Your eyes are so dark, like you've been smoked, darker than coal! Didn't you sleep last night? Or did you sneak out to get some coal from the stove and get choked by the smoke?"

"Ugh... Ah—"

He Yuzhu yawned deeply, tears welling up in his eyes. He stretched, his joints cracking, his shoulders hunching almost to his ears.

"Don't even mention it. I was thinking about something last night and didn't sleep well."

As he spoke, he subconsciously checked his system login status with his consciousness. With a thought, the pale blue system panel clearly appeared before his eyes.

【今日签到成功！获得奖励：急救包1个（内含无菌止血绷带3卷、磺胺消炎粉1瓶、吗啡镇痛针剂3支）、樱花语精通（初级）、开锁精通（高级）、迷你强光手电筒1个、多功能开锁工具一套（含钢丝、探针、万能钥匙坯）。】

After seeing the reward, He Yuzhu couldn't help but swear.

"Holy crap!"

Is this system a "life-saving gift" specially given to him in case he dies in Wangfujing?

They even provided a first-aid kit, along with the Cherry Blossom Language and advanced lock-picking skills, clearly forcing him to bite the bullet and go for it.

He was stunned for a moment, his mind racing as he considered the uses of these skills. It took him a while to come back to his senses and deal with Xu Damao.

"You came all this way so early in the morning, instead of staying home. What's up?"

He Yuzhu stepped aside to let him into the house and patted the back of his head.

"Didn't your mother care about you?"

"My mom went out to visit relatives early this morning, so I was all alone at home and got bored, so I came to play with you."

Xu Damao skipped into the house, his eyes darting around, and his fingers couldn't help but touch the porcelain bowl on the table.

"Brother Zhu, have you had breakfast yet? My mom cooked two eggs for me, and I ate them all, plus a bowl of millet porridge."

"Not yet, I'll go do it now."

He Yuzhu walked towards the kitchen, but after taking only two steps, he suddenly remembered that he needed to scout out Wangfujing, so he turned to ask Xu Damao.

"By the way, Damao, do you have any old clothes you wear? The more worn the better, the kind with patches, do you have any?"

"Old clothes?"

Xu Damao blinked, looked He Yuzhu up and down, tilted his head, and looked puzzled.

"Brother Zhu, what do you need my old clothes for? My clothes are all too small. You're a head taller than me and have broader shoulders, so they definitely won't fit you. My dad has several patched jackets; do you want me to find them for you?"

"I'll take yours. Your dad's is too big; I don't need it."

He Yuzhu waved his hand, too lazy to explain in detail, and gave a perfunctory reply.

"Go back and look for it. Whether it's a cotton-padded coat or a single-layer jacket, as long as it's torn or old, bring it to me. I'll tell you what it's for in a bit."

"Okay! I'm going right now!"

Upon hearing that there was something to do, Xu Damao immediately perked up, his doubts vanished, and he ran outside, shouting as he ran.

"Brother Zhu, wait for me! I'll be right back! I promise I'll find you the most worn-out clothes!"

Watching Xu Damao's retreating figure, He Yuzhu sighed helplessly and rubbed his temples.

Well, that's it. Now that this kid's got me all entangled, it'll be hard to go out alone today.

This kid is young, very curious, and a chatterbox. If I don't take him with me, who knows how much trouble he'll cause at home.

He might even secretly follow them out, and if something happens in a place like Wangfujing, he won't be able to explain it to Xu Damao's mother.

However, before taking him out, I have to give him a good talking-to.

He Yuzhu thought to himself, what if this kid dares to talk nonsense or run around outside?

Or leak what happened today and never play with him again. We need to teach him a lesson so we can keep this little rascal in check.

Just as He Yuzhu entered the kitchen to start a fire and cook, his mother, Chen Lanxiang, came out from the inner room, wearing a dark blue apron and holding a needle and thread, seemingly sewing shoe soles.

"Zhu'er, why did Da Mao run off here? Where are you two planning to run around again?" Chen Lanxiang asked as she sat down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), her eyes filled with worry.

"Mother, I'm planning to go out today."

He Yuzhu said as he added firewood to the stove.

"I want to go to the market and see if there's any fresh fish or meat for sale, so I can improve our meals at home. We've been eating coarse grains all the time lately, and my mouth is getting really bland."

Chen Lanxiang remained silent for a moment, then stopped sewing and looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Are you taking Damao with you?"

"I don't really want to take him with me, but this kid is so clingy. If I don't take him, he might sneak out on his own and cause trouble, which would be even more troublesome."

He Yuzhu spoke frankly, poking at the flames in the stove with a stick of firewood in his hand, "If you could keep him here and let him keep you company, that would be the best thing."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Xu Damao's panting voice came from outside the courtyard gate.

"Brother Zhu! I found it! I found the most tattered clothes!"

Immediately afterwards, Xu Damao pushed open the door and ran in, his head covered in sweat, and the stray hairs on his forehead were soaked.

Chen Lanxiang looked up and couldn't help but burst out laughing, almost dropping the needle and thread in her hand.

Xu Damao was wearing a faded cotton-padded jacket and trousers. The cuffs of the jacket were worn and torn, revealing the cotton wadding inside. The trousers were too short, barely reaching his calves, revealing his thin ankles. There were several patches on his knees and elbows, some round, some square, and all different colors, making him look particularly comical.

He was wearing a small felt hat on his head, the brim of which was worn and rolled up. It was obviously something he wore when he was three or four years old. Now, wearing it on his head, he looked like a little beggar who had stolen an adult's clothes.

"Da Mao, what are you doing?"

Chen Lanxiang asked with a smile, reaching out to wipe his sweat.

"Why did you come dressed like that? These clothes are way too small, how can you even fit into them?"

"Brother Zhu told me to find some old clothes, the more worn the better. I searched through all the boxes in the house before I finally found this set!"

Xu Damao puffed out his chest, his little face full of pride, as if he had accomplished some great task.

"Auntie, how about this? Brother Zhu must have something important to do, otherwise he wouldn't have asked me to find clothes like this. I have to listen to Brother Zhu!"

"You're a pretty obedient child."

Chen Lanxiang smiled and shook her head, then turned to He Yuzhu with a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

"Zhu'er, you asked him to find clothes because you're planning to take him out, right? Let me tell you, Da Mao is his parents' precious darling. If anything happens to him, do you think your Aunt Xu will let you off the hook? If she comes knocking on our door, I won't be able to protect you."

"Don't worry, ma'am! I'll take good care of myself!"

Xu Damao quickly interjected, raising his head high and patting his chest.

"When I go out with Brother Zhu, I'll definitely listen to him, not run around recklessly, not cause trouble, and absolutely won't cause him any trouble!"

"You're quite the talker."

He Yuzhu glanced at him and said irritably.

"Talk is cheap. I'm telling you this upfront: once you're out here, you have to do everything I say. If I tell you to go east, you can't go west; if I tell you to shut up, you can't speak; if I tell you to squat down, you can't stand up."

"If you dare to disobey, I'll send you back right away, and I'll never take you out to play again. I'll also tell your mother to deal with you, understand?"

"I heard it! I heard it!"

Xu Damao nodded hurriedly, afraid that He Yuzhu would change his mind, nodding his head like a pestle being pounded.

"Brother Zhu, don't worry, I'll definitely listen to you and won't cause any trouble. I'll do whatever you tell me to do!"

"Also, you can't tell your mother where we went or what we did today, and you can't tell the other kids in the alley either. If you do, you can forget about going out with me again, and I won't talk to you anymore. I won't even give you candy."

He Yuzhu stared into his eyes and said in a serious tone, deliberately emphasizing the word "candy," knowing that Xu Damao craved candy the most.

"I won't tell! I definitely won't tell!"

Xu Damao nodded vigorously, his little hands tightly covering his mouth, as if afraid he might accidentally let something slip.

"I won't tell anyone, just the two of us, not even my parents!"

Seeing Xu Damao's serious expression, He Yuzhu felt a little relieved.

He turned to look at Chen Lanxiang, his face immediately displaying a fawning smile, and rubbed his hands together.

"Mother, since Da Mao has agreed so readily, please feel free to let us go out. Could you give me some money? I'll go to the market and see if I can buy some good stuff to nourish you and Dad."

"You still know how to ask for money?"

Chen Lanxiang glared at him irritably, took out a small cloth bag from her bosom, carefully opened it, and handed her five silver dollars.

"Spend money wisely, don't buy things unnecessarily, come home early, the family is waiting for you to cook."

When the five silver dollars were handed over, Xu Damao's eyes widened, staring intently at the silvery-white coins, his mouth slightly open, revealing two small tiger teeth.

In all his life, the most money he had ever seen was New Year's money, which was only a silver coin. These five silver dollars were an astronomical figure for him.

He watched as He Yuzhu tucked the silver dollars into his pocket, his eyes still glued to He Yuzhu's pocket, calculating in his mind how much candy, peanuts, and candied hawthorns those five silver dollars could buy.

He Yuzhu could tell what he was thinking just by looking at his naive and unsophisticated appearance.

He raised his hand and flicked Xu Damao's forehead. The force wasn't great, but it made Xu Damao cry out "Ouch!" and rub his forehead, frowning.

"Brother Zhu, why did you flick me?"

Xu Damao said with a wronged expression, his eyes even a little red.

"I didn't do anything wrong."

"What else are you doing?"

He Yuzhu raised an eyebrow, his tone somewhat stern.

"With eyes like that, you practically want to write 'I have money' all over your face, as if you're afraid no one will know, right? Don't you even know the principle of not flaunting your wealth when you're out in the world? If bad guys see you, kidnap you, and sell you, let's see if you'll still be able to think about buying good food. You won't even have a place to cry then, and I won't be responsible for you."

"I...I've never seen so much money before."

Xu Damao lowered his head and muttered to himself.

His fingers unconsciously picked at the patch on his clothes.

"I know I was wrong, Brother Zhu. I won't look anymore. After we leave, I will definitely listen to you, not talk, not look around, and just follow behind you like your little tail."

"Good to know."

He Yuzhu nodded in satisfaction and reached out to ruffle his hair.

"Come on, come into the kitchen with me, I'll fix your look, otherwise you'll attract too much attention when you go out."

"Style? What style?"

Xu Damao looked puzzled, scratched his head, and obediently followed He Yuzhu into the kitchen.

He Yuzhu pulled a handful of black coal ash from the stove, rubbed it in his hands, then grabbed Xu Damao's arm and smeared the coal ash on his face with his fingers.

Caught off guard, Xu Damao tried to dodge, but He Yuzhu held his shoulder firmly, rendering him unable to move.

"Brother Zhu, what are you doing? It's so dirty! This coal ash is so black, it looks awful on your face!"

Xu Damao struggled, his face smeared with streaks, black and shiny, looking like a little coal ball that had just crawled out of a coal pile.

"Don't move!" He Yuzhu scolded, his hands still moving. "This way we won't attract attention. Think about it, the streets are full of beggars fleeing famine. If we dress like this and smear our faces dirty, who will notice us? If we dress neatly, we'll be more likely to be spotted by the patrol officers, and then we'll be in big trouble."

As he spoke, he continued to "make up" Xu Damao's appearance.

Not only did they smear his face with dirt, but they also smeared coal dust on his clothes and hat, making his already tattered clothes even dirtier.

After a while, a dirty-looking little beggar appeared before them.

Xu Damao looked at his reflection in the water tank, wrinkled his nose, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Brother Zhu, I really look like a beggar; nobody recognizes me!"

"That's right, it should look like it."

He Yuzhu nodded, grabbed a handful of coal ash from the stove, and smeared it on his face. His face, which already had dark circles under his eyes, was now even more unrecognizable, with only his bright eyes showing.

After the two finished tidying up and came out of the kitchen, Chen Lanxiang almost didn't recognize Xu Damao. She looked at him carefully for a long time before asking uncertainly, "This is... Damao?"

"Mother, it's him."

He Yuzhu said with a smile.

"We'll be safer going out dressed like this, and no one will notice us."

"You child, you're really being ridiculous."

Chen Lanxiang said helplessly, reaching out to wipe Xu Damao's face, but He Yuzhu stopped her.

"Mom, don't wipe it. If you wipe it clean, all your efforts will be wasted," He Yuzhu said.

"This way, we can blend into the crowd and avoid being spotted."

"Where are you going? Really to the market? It doesn't look like it to me."

Chen Lanxiang stared into his eyes, her tone tinged with suspicion.

"Why dress up like that for the market? Tell me honestly, are you going to some dangerous place?"

"Mom, we're just going for a stroll and maybe see if there's anything to eat."

He Yuzhu chuckled and didn't tell the truth.

"Don't worry, we'll definitely be back before lunch. The family is waiting for me to cook; where could I possibly go?"

Chen Lanxiang could tell he was unwilling to say more, and she knew she couldn't stop him.

This child has been decisive since childhood; once he makes up his mind, nothing can change it.

She sighed, her voice tinged with worry.

"Alright, be careful when you go out. Don't go near crowded places. If you encounter any patrol teams, stay away and don't confront them directly. If things get complicated, come back immediately and don't be reckless."

"We understand, Mother. Don't worry, we know what we're doing."

He Yuzhu nodded and turned to Xu Damao.

"Let's go, Damao, we're off."

Goodbye, ma'am!

Xu Damao bowed to Chen Lanxiang, his little face full of excitement, and then followed closely behind He Yuzhu, skipping and hopping as he walked out.

As soon as the two stepped out of the alley, they encountered several peddlers carrying loads and women with baskets.

When pedestrians saw their dirty appearance, they instinctively frowned and moved aside, no one giving them a second glance.

He Yuzhu was secretly delighted; this styling was indeed effective and could perfectly conceal his identity.

He glanced back at Xu Damao and said in a low voice.

"Remember, when we get to the street, you're not allowed to talk or run around. Stay close behind me and go wherever I go, understand? If you dare to disobey, I'll send you back right now."

"Got it, Brother Zhu."

Xu Damao also lowered his voice and nodded vigorously, his little hands tightly gripping He Yuzhu's clothes, afraid of losing them.

The two walked one after the other, blending into the crowd, heading towards Wangfujing.

The streets became increasingly crowded, with vendors hawking their wares, haggling over prices, and the sounds of carriages and horses all mingling together, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

The shops along the roadside were filled with a dazzling array of goods. The clerks of the silk shop were enthusiastically attracting customers, the owner of the general store was shouting at the door, and the voices of storytellers could be heard from the teahouse.

But behind this lively scene lies an invisible pressure.

Not far away, several policemen in dark skin were leaning against a wall smoking, their eyes scanning passersby warily, their batons tapping against their palms from time to time, making one's heart clench.

This was the first time Xu Damao had ever seen such a lively scene. His eyes were full of curiosity, and he couldn't help but look around, glancing at the sugar figurine stalls on the roadside and staring at the toys in the shops. His steps slowed down.

He Yuzhu sensed his movement, quietly squeezed his hand, and warned him with her eyes.

Xu Damao immediately looked away and followed him closely, not daring to look around anymore, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

After walking for about half an hour, the outline of Wangfujing Street gradually became clear.

Looking into the distance, shops lined the streets, their signs swaying in the wind, and the air was filled with the sounds of people—much more lively than the street we had just left.

At the same time, there were noticeably more police officers and patrol teams on the streets, and you could see a patrol team passing by every so often.

Their steps were synchronized, their eyes sharp, the rifles in their hands gleaming coldly, and the sabers at their waists swayed with each step, making a slight sound that sent chills down one's spine.

He Yuzhu's heart began to race. He pulled Xu Damao behind an old locust tree, held his breath, and carefully observed the situation on the street.

The patrol team follows a fixed route, making a round approximately every ten minutes. The patrol officers are stationed at various intersections to check pedestrians.

Shop assistants stood at the entrances of shops on both sides of the street, their faces bearing cautious smiles, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

He Yuzhu memorized all this information and quickly calculated how to complete the task.

Xu Damao hid behind him, looking at the patrol team. His face was a little pale, and his palms were sweating. He whispered, "Brother Zhu, they're so scary. They're carrying guns. Let's go back. I'm a little scared."

"Don't be afraid, as long as we don't provoke them, they won't pay attention to us."

He Yuzhu patted his shoulder and whispered words of comfort.

"Wait a little longer, we'll leave after we've assessed the situation, we can't have come all this way for nothing."

He peeked out again, his eyes scanning the street, searching for a suitable spot.

Suddenly, he saw a silk shop not far away, with a red sign hanging at the entrance and seemingly quite a few customers inside.

Next to the silk shop was a narrow alley with some miscellaneous items piled up at the entrance, which looked quite secluded and could serve as a hiding place or escape route.

He Yuzhu had a preliminary idea in mind: perhaps he could use this silk shop as his target and the alley as his escape route.

Just as he was making his plans, he suddenly heard a quarrel coming from the silk shop.

Immediately afterwards, a man dressed in a long gown, who looked like a shopkeeper, was pushed out by two young soldiers.

With a "thud," she fell to the ground, dropping the abacus in her hand, the beads scattering all over the floor.

A few soldiers walked out of the silk shop, carrying several bolts of fine silk in their hands, speaking in broken Japanese, with arrogant smiles on their faces, and even kicked the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper struggled to his feet, trying to snatch the silk, but was slammed hard on the back by a young soldier with the butt of his rifle.

He winced in pain, but dared not resist any longer, and could only watch helplessly as they snatched the silk away.

The pedestrians around were so frightened that they all scattered and no one dared to step forward to help.

"That's outrageous! How could they steal our things!"

Xu Damao couldn't help but whisper, his little face full of anger, his little fists clenched.

He Yuzhu quickly covered his mouth and looked around warily. Fortunately, no one noticed them.

"Shut up! Mind your own business!" he said in a low, serious voice.

"We're here to scout ahead, not to meddle. If they find us, we're both doomed! Come with me, let's check out another place."

He pulled Xu Damao along, and taking advantage of the crowds on the street, they quickly crossed the road and headed towards the alley next to the silk shop.

The alley was quiet, with no pedestrians. High walls lined both sides, and weeds grew all over the tops of the walls.

He Yuzhu observed for a moment and found a corner deep in the alley, behind which was a half-open wooden door, which looked like a good hiding place.

"Let's just look around here."

He Yuzhu pulled Xu Damao to hide around the corner, observing the situation outside through a gap.

"If there's any noise, we'll go in through the wooden gate and find a place to hide."

Xu Damao nodded, standing close to He Yuzhu, his body still trembling slightly, but he didn't mention going back again.

While observing, He Yuzhu mentally considered the feasibility of the mission.

With so many people and frequent patrols here, it's extremely difficult to make a scene and escape unscathed.

But the supplies provided by the system made him reluctant to give up.

Cherry blossom language can be used for disguise, lockpicking skills can be used for infiltration, and first aid kits can be used to deal with emergencies. These are all advantageous conditions for completing the mission.

Just as he was hesitating, he suddenly heard footsteps and voices coming from the alley entrance; it was Sakura Yu.

He Yuzhu's heart tightened, and he pulled Xu Damao deeper into the corner, holding his breath.

Two young soldiers walked past the alley entrance, rifles in their hands, chatting as they headed towards the silk shop.

Their footsteps were heavy, making them particularly clear in the quiet alley.

He Yuzhu finally breathed a sigh of relief after Xiao Rizibing had gone far away, cold sweat already beading on his forehead.

He glanced at Xu Damao, who was pale with fright beside him, and then at the heavily guarded streets outside, and made a decision in his heart.

Let's scout things out today and get a clear picture of the situation before we go back and make a proper plan.

It's really inconvenient to move around with Xu Damao around now. If something unexpected happens, not only will the mission fail, but we'll also implicate this kid.

"Let's go, Damao, let's go back."

He Yuzhu pulled Xu Damao along, carefully walking out of the alley and blending into the crowd, heading towards home.

On the way, Xu Damao clung tightly to He Yuzhu's clothes, not daring to say a word, only occasionally glancing around.

While comforting him, He Yuzhu was mentally planning his next move.

The situation in Wangfujing was more complicated than he had imagined, but it wasn't entirely hopeless.

He needs to make good use of the skills and supplies provided by the system, formulate a meticulous plan, and strive for success on the first try.

When I got home, it wasn't lunchtime yet.

When Chen Lanxiang saw them return, she hurried over to greet them. Seeing their dirty appearance, she was both annoyed and amused.

"Where have you two been? What happened? Come in and wash up. I left you some breakfast, eat something quickly."

"Mom, we just went to the market, but there were too many people, so we didn't buy any fish and came back."

He Yuzhu gave a perfunctory reply, pulled Xu Damao into the kitchen, picked up a towel, and washed his face with water.

After washing his face, Xu Damao returned to his original appearance, but he was still somewhat shaken.

He looked at He Yuzhu and whispered, "Brother Zhu, those soldiers are too wicked. Let's not go there anymore."

"understood."

He Yuzhu smiled and patted his head.

"Next time I'll take you to a safe place to play."

Although this exploration didn't yield any substantial progress, He Yuzhu felt more confident.

He looked at the first aid kit and lock-picking tools in his system backpack, and his eyes hardened.

Regardless, he had to give this task a try.

He will go back to that street in Wangfujing sooner or later.