He Yuzhu returns in Siheyuan

Chapter 742 He Yuzhu is interrogated

Xiaoli was very smart and immediately understood what He Yuzhu meant. She looked at him firmly and said seriously (with an unquestionable determination in her tone): "Brother Zhuzi, don't worry, I will definitely protect them well and will never let anything happen to them."

He Yuzhu finally felt relieved. He turned to look at Ma Xiuxiu and said softly, "Then I'll go out first. You guys stay here and don't run around."

After saying that, he turned his gaze to the man in black beside him and asked (in a calm tone): "Okay, should we set off?"

The man in black nodded expressionlessly, then stepped forward and opened the car door for He Yuzhu. As He Yuzhu bent down to get in, he silently activated the secret technique Elder Qingyi had taught him, sealing away all the mana within him without a trace remaining—he knew that concealing his strength was the safest course of action at this moment.

After getting in the car, one of the men in black looked at He Yuzhu and said in a formal tone (without any emotion): "Master He, I'm sorry, for the sake of confidentiality, we need to put a hood on you. There are some places and routes that you cannot know for the time being."

He Yuzhu was already prepared and had no objections, simply nodding in agreement. He knew that in this situation, only honest cooperation could reduce unnecessary trouble.

The man in black deftly put a hood over He Yuzhu's head, and his vision instantly plunged into darkness. Then, the car started and drove off smoothly. He Yuzhu leaned back in his seat, silent, silently pondering what might happen next.

About half an hour later, the car slowly came to a stop. Although He Yuzhu couldn't see, he could clearly sense the car passing through several inspection devices. The gentle hum of the machines reached his ears. He knew they were probably checking for any magical powers within him. However, he wasn't worried. After all, his magical powers had long been firmly sealed, undetectable by anyone.

After a moment, the hood was removed. He Yuzhu adjusted to the light and saw the two men in black looking at each other. One of them said (still respectfully): "Master He, please wait here for a moment. Someone from above will come to see you soon."

After the two men in black finished speaking, they turned and left, going straight to see the leader in charge of this matter.

The man who arrived was a young man with a calm demeanor, clearly a high-ranking official. Upon meeting the man in black, he asked directly (in a dignified tone): "So, does He Yuzhu have any magical powers?"

One of the men in black quickly stepped forward and respectfully replied, "Leader, He Yuzhu does have some magical power, but it seems to be only at the entry-level level. His power is not very profound, at most at the initial stage, and should not pose any threat."

The leader nodded slowly, his fingertips tapping lightly on the table. According to the latest news, He Yuzhu seemed to be the only one to survive the operation—at least, according to the information they had, the whereabouts of Qing Yi and the others were still unknown, and no one knew they had escaped danger.

He knew full well that this mission was directly ordered by his superiors, and that all dispatched were carefully selected experts, each possessing unique skills. But now, all those experts had lost contact, with only the seemingly ordinary He Yuzhu returning. The mystery and hidden circumstances surrounding this must be thoroughly investigated. Even more worrying was the fact that the extent of the demon clan's losses remained a mystery. This information asymmetry was definitely not a good thing, and it could very well indicate a greater storm brewing.

"Bring He Yuzhu here," the leader ordered solemnly. His men left, and he sat upright in his chair, gazing intently at the door, patiently waiting.

Elsewhere, He Yuzhu, on his way to the meeting place, had already thoroughly surveyed his surroundings. Though his magical power was temporarily sealed, unable to be utilized, his spiritual awareness remained sharp as ever, silently enveloping the area like an invisible net. He was secretly amazed; he hadn't expected so many experts to lurk here. Their auras were restrained, yet formidable; they were clearly top-tier individuals who had undergone rigorous training.

Facing the constant stream of divine senses, He Yuzhu pretended to be an ordinary, ignorant person. His eyes were clear, his movements were natural, and there was no flaw at all. The divine senses scanned him several times, but couldn't find anything unusual, so they gave up.

Finally, he was led into a pitch-black room. With a soft click, the overhead light suddenly flickered on, blinding him slightly. He Yuzhu took a moment to adjust, then looked up at the middle-aged man before him. He was dressed in a Mao suit, his face resolute, and his brows bore a striking resemblance to the young man he had met last time.

The middle-aged man was also observing He Yuzhu, secretly puzzled. This man, seemingly devoid of any magical power, remained calm and composed in front of him, showing no fear at all. It was quite interesting. He spoke first, his voice steady and powerful. "He Yuzhu, my name is Li Jianguo. You should have met my son, Li Shan. I wonder how he's doing now..."

As he spoke, Li Jianguo pulled a photo from a drawer and handed it to He Yuzhu. The young man in the photo had a bright smile. It was Li Shan, whom He Yuzhu had met before. He Yuzhu glanced at him and then looked away, saying calmly, "Your son is dead."

He didn't say a single word. At this point, no amount of explanation would help. Was he supposed to tell him that Li Shan's death was inextricably linked to the chaos? That would only lead to more unexplained complications.

Li Jianguo's fingers tightened around the photo, a flicker of pain in his eyes before giving way to determination. He stared at He Yuzhu and asked, word by word, "He Yuzhu, I want to know what happened in there? Why did you come back alive while everyone else died?"

He Yuzhu was about to speak when Li Jianguo raised his hand to stop him and added, "I'm sorry, in order to ensure the authenticity of the information, you need to wear a small device to detect whether you are lying."

He Yuzhu had expected this, and there was no sign of panic on his face. Instead, he smiled calmly: "Okay, I have nothing to hide, and I never lie."

Li Jianguo winked at his subordinate, who immediately stepped forward and carefully placed a professional lie detector device on He Yuzhu. He Yuzhu cooperated throughout the process without any resistance—he knew that as long as he told the truth, he would not have to fear any test.

Everything was ready. Li Jianguo looked at He Yuzhu and began to ask: "What's your name?"

He Yuzhu had a faint smile on his face and replied calmly: "My name is He Yuzhu, and I'm the owner of a restaurant."