Hearing the stall owner's words, Xu Zimo frowned slightly. "Can you explain in more detail?"
"There's a household south of the city where a little girl lives.
"I watched her grow up. She often came to my stall for wontons," the stall owner continued on his own.
"That little girl had always been an orphan, but these past few days, she suddenly gained parents.
"And she no longer comes to eat my wontons."
"Who would dare eat your wontons?" Ji Ruobing muttered softly, glancing at Qin Luo's corpse beside them.
"Understood." Xu Zimo pondered for a moment before finally nodding.
He led Ji Ruobing straight toward South of the City.
"You trust him?" Ji Ruobing asked.
"Whether I trust him or not, we'll know once we get there," Xu Zimo replied.
South of the City was somewhat desolate.
The ground was overgrown with weeds, and the people living here seemed to be mostly the lowest rung of the city.
All kinds of makeshift tents stood along both sides of the road, with disheveled people lying inside them.
In the alleys nearby, beggars dressed in tatters and rags lay in groups, half-dead and asleep.
This city seemed to contain a hundred different faces.
Every district revealed something different.
The two arrived at the place South of the City mentioned by the stall owner and found the so-called courtyard.
The courtyard was extremely old. The surrounding walls were made of packed earth, and some sections had already collapsed.
"Let's go in and take a look," Xu Zimo said.
He stepped forward and knocked on the door. Before long, the courtyard gate opened.
A little girl answered it.
She wore a simple white coarse-cloth shirt, her hair tied into two braids, with what looked like dust on her face.
"What do you need?"