Chapter 192 Planning (1/2)

In An Sanchuan's mind, the phrase "the Wu Jiayu brigade next door has been a bit unclean lately" was like a strand of hair falling into soup.

I felt a pang of unease, but he quickly dismissed it.

Not clean? Should we sweep it up?

Of course he understood what that meant.

It's nothing more than the smell of blood.

But now, he doesn't care about other people's lives.

Even if Wu Jiayu's brigade were completely wiped out, it would still have to come after what he had to do.

The evil formation on Mao'er Mountain that drains the nation's fortune is the core of all his schemes.

It was the only straw he could grasp, a lifeline hanging over the edge of a cliff.

Only by maintaining the outer interception array can he have the opportunity to do whatever he wants with that poison pipe that is embedded deep in the land of Yan.

This is his only chance.

During the day, life at the educated youth settlement was like a pot of lukewarm water, without the slightest ripple.

An Sanchuan was still the same sickly man who huddled in the corner, holding a book, his face devoid of color.

No one knew that his seemingly unfocused eyes were precisely calculating every angle of the setting sun through the pages of the book, and sensing every subtle change in the humidity in the air.

Night finally fell.

In the dormitory of the educated youth settlement, Duan Zhou slept sprawled out, probably dreaming of eating hot pot in Jiefangbei, muttering to himself, "Beef tripe... pig brain... another plate!"

Yu Hao was also fast asleep, hugging his blanket with a sweet smile on his face.

In the darkness, An Sanchuan sat up silently.

His movements were completely silent, as if he were not flesh and blood, but a shadow.

He took out a thin, hair-like incense stick from his inner pocket and gently rubbed it with a match head.

A wisp of smoke, almost invisible to the naked eye, rose, its faint sweet fragrance silently blending into the murky air in the room, a mixture of sweat and foot odor.

Immediately afterwards, a yellow paper talisman spontaneously combusted at his fingertip, turning into a tiny speck of light.

He flicked his finger, and the light spot disappeared into his bed.

On the empty bedding, the light and shadow distorted slightly, creating a blurry human-shaped outline that even undulated slightly with the rising and falling snores in the room.

A simple trick is enough to fool someone who gets up in the middle of the night.

After doing all this, An Sanchuan's aura suddenly changed.

His feigned frailty faded like a layer of dead skin, and he changed into a black, tight-fitting night suit that had been prepared beforehand. His whole body was as tense as a powerful bow about to be released.

Those eyes, which were usually tired and empty, lit up with two cold stars in the darkness.

He reached the door, and in a flash, he completely disappeared into the night.

To him, the two-meter-high mud-brick courtyard wall at the educated youth settlement was no different from a threshold.

With a two-step running start, the toes lightly touch the wall, the arms are outstretched and pushed off, and the whole person flips over silently like a night owl.

When it landed, not a speck of dust was stirred up from the dry earth beneath its feet.

His figure blurred into a fleeting shadow in the sleeping village before disappearing into the dark woods outside.

Deep in the forest, the chill was even stronger, and the darkness was even deeper.

The cold wind howled through the bare treetops, sounding like someone was crying.

Zhou Quan was pacing back and forth anxiously, while his two subordinates beside him were also tense, stamping their feet to keep warm.

"Why aren't they here yet? In this awful weather, if we wait any longer we'll freeze into ice blocks!" one of the men complained in a low voice.

Zhou Quan turned around and glared at him: "Shut up! It's none of your business to interfere in Mr. An's affairs."