Now, the purpose of this trip has already been achieved, and the role of the two pawns has naturally diminished.

To put it bluntly, even if they run and feed the wild beasts, no one cares too much.

What Lu Yao is truly worried about is that their escape will bring new troubles.

Although Meng Lang and Wu Yu appear very honest, one can never truly know someone. The villains in movies always seem respectable before their identities are revealed, indistinguishable from the protagonists.

In the kitchen, listening to the constant "pitter-patter" of raindrops hitting the roof, Meng Lang squatted on the ground, shivering.

Half from the cold, the other half from fear.

After all, this person beside him almost strangled him to death earlier, giving him the feeling of being in a cage with a tiger, never knowing when it might strike.

"Hey, how about I show you a golden path?" Wu Yu said lazily while picking his ear.

Meng Lang shivered and quickly nodded, "Okay, you tell me."

As a qualified opportunist, he knew he had no right to refuse now. Being sensible might save him some hardship.

"Very good!" Wu Yu nodded satisfactorily, "To be honest, my people are on their way here now. You might not know, but the wealth beneath this bamboo house is beyond your imagination."

Meng Lang cooperated by asking, "What do you need me to do?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Yu's smile became even more radiant, jokingly saying, "You were born at the wrong time; if you were born during the late Qing Dynasty, the Chief Eunuch would probably not be Li Lianying."

Meng Lang smiled apologetically, not daring to show any dissatisfaction.

"I won't waste words, I've thought of a way to control those people. Just cooperate with me, and after it's done, you'll get a reward of ten million."

Without waiting for Meng Lang to respond, Wu Yu continued, "Don't think ten million is too little. Do you think you're really a millionaire now?"

"I don't really understand what you mean." Meng Lang frowned and said.

"Heh, that one-eyed bastard kept calling you all fools, and now it seems he wasn't wrong at all." Wu Yu sneered, "You all were deceived, those so-called receipt messages are just to fool you.

You don't believe it, right?

Then think carefully, before checking the messages, did your phone ever leave you?"

"This..." Meng Lang's face turned ugly in an instant. He wasn't someone who trusted easily, but his intuition told him the other party wasn't just scaring him.

"So, you're still a penniless pauper," Wu Yu laughed, "Don't worry, what I'm offering is real money, not some fake text message to fool you."

"Okay, I'll listen to everything you say!" Meng Lang agreed without hesitation.

Wu Yu gestured for him to come closer and disclosed his plan.

...

"Bang bang bang!"

The door was knocked.

"What's the matter?" Xiao Feng opened the door and saw Meng Lang, drenched like a wet rat, frowning slightly.

"Wu Yu... Wu Yu is about to die." Meng Lang said in a panic.

Everyone inside was puzzled; just moments ago he seemed well, how could he be dying now?

Xiao Feng asked, "What exactly happened?"

"Specifically, specifically... I'm not sure. Wu Yu is lying on the ground convulsing, continually saying he's cold. He must be sick, and when I touched his forehead, it was burning hot." Meng Lang explained.

"What's a fever? Just tough it out, it'll pass. Anything else?" Xiao Feng said indifferently.

"..." Meng Lang was suddenly speechless; did he not make it sound serious enough?

Wiping the rain from his face, Meng Lang was about to continue speaking when Sun Shijie spoke first, "Bring the person over, let me take a look."

As a doctor, Sun Shijie felt that under the current conditions, watching a living person die made him feel guilty.

Whereas fellow healer Zhao Guo'an, two months ago, might have thought the same, but now, he no longer had such a merciful heart.

He could hardly survive himself, so how could he possibly help others? Isn't that absurd?

Meng Lang nodded immediately, rushed into the rain, and slipped, falling face-first to the ground but quickly got up and headed to the kitchen.

Before long, Meng Lang carried Wu Yu into the bamboo house and laid him on the ground.

"Cold... freezing... me."

Wu Yu's lips and face were pale, shivering all over, curling up like a lobster, mumbling something.

This pitiful scene indeed tugged at one's heartstrings.

"Lay him flat," Sun Shijie said sternly.

Meng Lang hurriedly complied, pressing Wu Yu's wrists, leaning his body on him.

Sun Shijie picked up a flashlight, opened Wu Yu's eyelids, and pressed the flashlight's switch...

"Ahhhhh!"

A scream, as if a pig were being slaughtered, came from Wu Yu's mouth, and Meng Lang, who was on top of him, was already thrown off.

At this moment, Meng Lang sat dumbfounded on the floor, looking at Wu Yu rolling on the ground, unable to comprehend.

This scene wasn't part of the plan.

Sun Shijie was also a bit bewildered. After practicing medicine for most of his life, this was the first time he encountered such a situation, and all he did was check the other's pupil, wasn't it?

What's with such a big reaction?

"Brother Xiao Feng, what's wrong with him?" The little girl looked up at the Xiao Feng beside her.

Xiao Feng, speechless, pointed at the bright flashlight in Sun Shijie's hand. It's known that ordinary hospitals or clinics use low-light flashlights to check eyes, never a bright one.

At this moment, Uncle Jiu spoke up, "Old Sun, it seems you took the wrong baton..."

"Pfft!"

Xiao Feng couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Alright then, may as well treat his eyes too. Don't fix his fever and blind him afterward."

Sun Shijie's face flushed red, feeling a bit embarrassed, he looked at Zhao Guo'an, "Why don't you do it?"

Zhao Guo'an didn't refuse, crouching down, he was about to take the other's pulse.

However, before he could even touch the other's pulse, Wu Yu, rolling back and forth on the ground, suddenly sprang up.

What kind of trick is this?

Raising his head, he saw Xiao Feng already lunging forward with a knife drawn.

Zhao Guo'an's eyes narrowed, immediately concluding: this Wu Yu is problematic!

Meanwhile, Wu Yu's cold voice echoed.

"Don't move!"

And then... Xiao Feng really didn't move.

Because Wu Yu held the backpack Lin Zhiyan had left by the wall.

That's not the main point; the most important is that it contains the Eternal Darkness Flower.

"Hehe! I guessed right, seems like the jar inside is indeed important to you all." Wu Yu said triumphantly.

"What do you want?"

Lin Zhiyan's expression turned extremely grim. This was the only hope for her sister to recover. If anything went wrong, she dared not imagine what she would do.

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