Chapter 89

The sky had already turned dark, and the curfew was approaching!

After nightfall, the rain had lessened, but it continued to drizzle incessantly, adding to the melancholy atmosphere.

The autumn rain was desolate.

Yang Shouwen, holding an oiled paper umbrella, walked out of the county office and strolled along the deserted street.

To be honest, he really enjoyed walking alone like this. In his previous life, he had been bedridden for over a decade, and the ability to walk freely in this life was undoubtedly a form of happiness for him. If it weren't for the numerous trivial matters, he would be even happier. He could think of nothing, consider nothing, empty his mind, and just wander aimlessly.

Unfortunately, that seemed to be a luxury.

Since regaining consciousness, Yang Shouwen had to adjust his mindset.

Especially after all these events, he had to be more cautious and consider more things.

Lu Yongcheng wanted to control Changping, which was understandable! But why was he so fixated on the three classes of constables under Yang Chenglie's command?

The series of murders and the night attack on the county office seemed to become clearer.

What was Lu Yongcheng trying to find? Or perhaps, he wanted to control Changping to achieve some sinister purpose?

A man who had been abandoned by his family for over twenty years suddenly received support.

This in itself revealed many issues!

Yang Shouwen felt that the situation was becoming increasingly complex, increasingly unpredictable, and increasingly difficult to understand.

"Who's there?"

Just as Yang Shouwen turned a corner, preparing to head to Fanrenli, he suddenly stopped.

He held the oiled paper umbrella in one hand and, in the other, secretly drew a dagger from his sleeve, gripping it in reverse.

"Do not attack, Master Yang. I mean no harm."

Two people emerged from a small alley.

The first was a woman, holding an oiled paper umbrella and wearing a veil that covered her face. Behind her was a young man. The night was dark, and the drizzle made it hard to see his face, but from his tall and straight figure, it was clear that he was not very old and had a sharp demeanor.

Yang Shouwen narrowed his eyes, the dagger pressed against his wrist.

"Who are you?"

The woman looked familiar, but Yang Shouwen couldn't remember where he had seen her.

The woman walked gracefully, stopping a few steps away from Yang Shouwen, then bowed slightly.

"Master Yang, you have many important matters to attend to, so it's understandable that you don't remember me. But do you remember the Old Army Inn in Mianshan Village?"

"You are...?"

Yang Shouwen's eyes widened in realization, putting away the dagger and pointing at the woman. "I remember now, you were sitting next to the old soldier."

"I am Abusi Wogedai, sent by the old soldier to wait for you for a long time."

Abusi?

Yang Shouwen blurted out, "You are a Turk, right?"

"I am a Tujue, I didn't expect Master Yang to be so discerning."

I'm not discerning; this name Abusi clearly sounds Turk. Do you think I'm a fool?

But, what is a Tujue?

Yang Shouwen didn't know much about the Turks. Recently, because of the Moche incident, he had learned a bit about the Turks. However, his knowledge was still limited to the basics.

"Is there something you need at this late hour?"

Yang Shouwen looked at Wogedai, a bit puzzled.

Wogedai let out a silver-like laugh and said softly, "Master Yang solved the old soldier's greatest concern, and he is extremely grateful. As a return, he has fulfilled his promise to Master Yang and has come to report."

After speaking, Wogedai stepped aside, and the young man behind her threw a bundle to Yang Shouwen.

A strong smell of blood wafted over. Yang Shouwen caught the bundle but didn't immediately open it. Instead, he weighed it in his hand and then threw it back.

"Is the matter with Huang Qi resolved?"

"Indeed."

"The old soldier is truly a man of his word. I didn't expect him to act so quickly."

Wogedai smiled, "When the old soldier is instructed by Master Yang, how can he dare to delay? Why don't you check it?"

"I trust the old soldier. Please dispose of it properly."

Wogedai nodded, picked up the bundle, and gestured for the young man to come forward.

"Also, the old soldier heard that Master Yang is currently in some trouble, so he wants to send you a gift. These past two days, you have been busy with official duties and are always at the county office. Second Master is not at home, and you are alone, with no one to help you. This is my brother, Abusi Jida, who is skilled in martial arts and very clever, and can be trusted. Most importantly, no one in Changping recognizes Jida."

Yang Shouwen was taken aback and looked at the young man.

"Is the old soldier planning to plant a spy in my home?"

"Hehe, not a spy, just a helper for you."

As she spoke, Wogedai gestured, and Abusi Jida stepped forward, bowing to Yang Shouwen.

He was about 1.8 meters tall, slender, with a straight back, and carried a spear about nine feet long on his shoulder.

Standing in front of Yang Shouwen, he exuded a fierce aura.

Yang Shouwen's eyes narrowed. Although he couldn't see clearly, he could still sense the intense killing aura from the young man. This guy was not weak! From Yang Shouwen's perspective, Abusi Jida was at least on par with him.

"Also, you don't need to worry about him leaking information.

My brother had a childhood illness that left him unable to speak. However, he is very intelligent, and the old soldier felt that keeping him at the inn would hinder his future. So today, he entrusted him to you, hoping to secure a future for him."

In the night, through the misty rain, Yang Shouwen could see the pleading look in the young man's green eyes.

A mute?

Yang Shouwen looked at the young man again and suddenly smiled. "I will accept the old soldier's favor on behalf of my father. Please tell him that the situation in the county is very delicate, and he must be careful."

"Your servant will convey the message verbatim."

Abusi Wogedai bowed again, then turned and whispered a few words before leaving with the oiled paper umbrella.

Yang Shouwen walked up to Jida.

He circled him a few times and then smiled. "Let's go, back to my home."

Yang Shouwen started walking toward Fanrenli, and Abusi Jida followed closely behind, step by step.

Their steps were somewhat peculiar, almost in sync, but Jida's steps were always half a step behind, following Yang Shouwen.

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"Xizi, who is this person?"

Back at the Yang residence, Yang Shouwen brought Jida to the living room.

Song Shi was tidying up the living room and, seeing Yang Shouwen bring in a strangely dressed stranger, asked curiously.

Under the lamplight, Abusi Jida was dressed in the style of a foreigner, with a fur half-sleeve over his clothes.

He didn't look very old, probably just of age. His features were distinctly Turkic, with deep-set green eyes, a high nose that curved gently like a hawk's beak, slightly curly hair, and pale skin, almost giving the impression of being unhealthy.

But he was a very handsome young man!

Yang Shouwen praised him in his heart and smiled at Song Shi. "Mother, don't worry. His name is Abusi Jida, and I've hired him to protect the house. Second Master left yesterday, and Song An and Yang Molie are not at home. Father has been busy with official duties and can't be at home much. I saw that only Old Hu is left, and I was worried about the lack of help, so I brought him here to look after the house.

He will live in the front yard. If you need anything, just ask him.

By the way, Jida can't speak, but he can hear... Jida, can you understand what we are saying?"

Abusi Jida nodded expressionlessly, which relieved Yang Shouwen.

"Such a pity that he is mute."

Song Shi didn't ask about Jida's background and called Old Hu to arrange a place for him to stay.

"Xizi, your father is so busy. He can't even come home for days. Isn't Lu Yongcheng so powerful? Let him deal with it. It makes the house so cold and lonely, it's really no fun."