At night, Qin Xuan walked out of the yamen, heading toward the house of Zhan Jinhu, as he remembered it.
Though he felt that the memories of Zhan Jinhu he had inexplicably encountered at the pauper's grave were bizarre, they surely could not belong to the same person. After all, Zhan Jinhu had been making and selling bean curd in this small town for nearly ten years. How could he possibly have taken part in a battle? Besides, the physique of the people in that battlefield was extraordinarily powerful; almost every single one of them possessed a terrifyingly robust constitution. Having lived in this town for so many years, Qin Xuan had never heard of anyone possessing such formidable physical strength.
After turning it over in his mind, he decided it would be best to go to Zhan Jinhu's house and ask him directly.
Chapter 864