Yang Xin was still somewhat dazed when he left the Yang family's old house and returned home. What exactly did Yang Yuning do to make him return to his hometown and send several people to protect him?
He sat alone in the room, his face terribly gloomy.
On what grounds?
Although he was of a different generation than Yang Yuning, he was only four years older than Yang Yuning. However, compared to him, it was as if they were two generations apart, each more than twenty years apart.
One looked very old, while the other looked very young.
On what grounds?
He was never as good as him, not as born as him. Why wasn't he his cousin's child?
Now, if he dies, will he never be inferior to him again?
Can we still live in his house?
The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. The key point was that there was a huge sum of money that he could never earn in his entire life.
Dry!
It's a great deal no matter how you look at it.
His eyes held a madness and obsession that he himself had never seen before.
The next day, the fake Yang Yuning got up early, harboring resentment towards An Moxue, but dared not say it. Having witnessed her ruthlessness and decisiveness, he could only joke around occasionally, but he dared not mention anything excessive, for fear that she would use silver needles to deal with him.
However, he still tentatively asked, "Comrade An, are you sure you can protect me? I saw the jealousy in Yang Xin's eyes yesterday. Although he hid it very well, my intuition told me otherwise."
"Don't worry," An Moxue said, handing over a pill.
"What?" the fake Yang Yuning asked in confusion.
An Moxue said, "The antidote pill can cure all poisons. Take it before you go to the banquet, and leave the rest to us."
He glanced at the corner with some unease, but didn't get a look from Wu Sicheng. Still unsure, he asked again, "Is this thing really useful?"
"Don't give it back to me," An Moxue said, making a move to snatch it back.
Seeing her pained expression, the fake Yang Yuning knew that the medicine must be very precious. He quickly withdrew his hand, put it in his pocket, and said smugly, "I'll take it even if it's useless. I'll use it to boost my courage later."
At noon, Yang Yuning arrived at the banquet on time. The Yang family refused to let the people protecting Yang Yuning enter, citing it as a family banquet. They also said that it was the rule here that no outsiders were allowed to attend the banquet.
There was indeed such an old custom in the area. An Moxue and the others exchanged glances, their expressions not very good, and turned to leave. When they reached the corner, they looked at each other again, all heading in one direction before quickly disappearing.
As soon as the fake Yang Yuning entered the house, he was warmly received by the clansmen. He wondered to himself, "Could those investigation reports be biased? Impossible." He secretly became more vigilant.
Everyone quickly took their seats, exchanging words of concern and sharing stories of life's hardships, while drinking one glass of wine after another.
The fake Yang Yuning was puzzled. Could the pills An Moxue gave him really cure a hangover? Why was he getting more and more energetic the more he drank?
However, he still pretended to be completely drunk.
After downing the last glass of wine, he collapsed onto the table with a thud.
Yang Xin said, "Xiao Wu, Xiao Liu, you two take your cousins back. We need to go to pay respects tomorrow morning! Everyone, eat quickly and go back to prepare your things."
After he finished speaking, the two men got up, grabbed the fake Yang Yuning, and walked out.
The food and drinks continued inside the house, and Yang Xin's good mood was unstoppable.
Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, he slipped out and quickly caught up with Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu.
The two people supporting Yang Yuning didn't go very far; they were obviously waiting for him.
He followed and said, "Come with me." And so, the three men led the fake Yang Yuning to a dilapidated house and put Yang Yuning on the ground.
Yang Xin whistled a few times, and soon a few people arrived. They looked the people on the ground over and said, "No problem." Then they handed Yang Xin a cloth bag.
Yang Xin took it, opened it, and looked inside with shining eyes.
One of them picked up the fake Yang Yuning, and the group was about to leave.
Undeterred, Yang Xin asked, "You're not going to let him get away with this, are you?"
The person handing over the money scoffed and said, "Take the money, mind your own business and stay out of other people's business."
Although Yang Xin was humiliated and clearly unhappy, he didn't say anything more. However, his eyes were fixed on the direction they left in, as if he was expecting something. Only after they disappeared from sight did he say, "Remember, the person was taken back by the people who met him on the way. You didn't see me either. Come back later to collect your share."
"Yes." The two were clearly still very excited.
The four men carried the fake Yang Yuning and quickly ran towards the outskirts of the city, taking all the secluded paths, clearly having scouted the route beforehand.
An Moxue led several soldiers, following behind them at tiered intervals, completely unaware that they were being followed.
Several men carried Yang Yuning to the foot of a mountain, where a large truck was already waiting. When they saw him approaching, they quickly put him in the back of the truck, closed the door, and prepared to leave.
Just as the driver was about to start the engine, everyone felt the change in the tires and immediately went on guard. They saw several soldiers quickly climb onto the truck bed, and the two groups started fighting on the truck.
The fake Yang Yuning leaned against the car wall, continuing to pretend to be unconscious, and occasionally sticking out a black foot.
Some people realized they were outmatched and tried to capture the fake Yang Yuning, but it was too late. An Moxue was already beside him, not allowing anyone to get close to him.
Someone might have murderous intent, kill him, escape, and still receive a reward. Although it wouldn't be as many as the number of survivors, it would still be better than coming all this way and getting nothing.
He raised his gun and pointed it at the fake Yang Yuning, but just as he was about to pull the trigger, An Moxue shot out a silver needle that hit his wrist. The pistol fell to the ground, and the shot failed.
Before long, Wu Sicheng and his men arrived, and the situation immediately turned one-sided, with everyone quickly being captured.
Just as everyone relaxed their guard and thought the danger was over, the fake Yang Yuning felt a chill run down his spine, and a bad premonition arose. Then he heard An Moxue shout loudly, "Quick! Jump out of the car! Everyone! The farther the better!"
Everyone jumped off the truck and ran away. Before they had gone far, they heard a huge explosion—"Boom!"
Then a huge wave crashed down on everyone, blasting them away to varying degrees and leaving them sprawled on the ground, covered in dust and dirt, some with injuries to their backs.
When everyone came to their senses, they saw a huge explosion cloud, the truck burned to pieces, and An Moxue and Wu Sicheng had already chased after the enemy in the same direction in the mountains.
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