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Chen Jing sighed again, "What a miracle!" Later, when she was handling the paperwork for Yang Yaowu, she was extremely considerate, and the other colleagues with a coquettish voice all got goose bumps.

After completing the formalities, Yang Yaowu was taken to the office of his team. There were more than a dozen people sitting in the office, including men, women, young and old.

Huang Xiangxiang raised her hand to greet Yang Yaowu and enthusiastically invited him to sit in the empty seat next to her.

"Brother Yang, if you need anything, just call me anytime."

Chen Jing left reluctantly after settling the people down. Yang Yaowu breathed a sigh of relief, finally able to have some peace and quiet for a while.

"Uncle Yang, I've already picked out your clothes for tomorrow, just follow his. You two look so alike, if you wear the same clothes and stand together, no one will be able to tell you apart."

Huang Xiangxiang held up her mobile phone to show Yang Yaowu. She had already brought cosplay into real life.

However, Yang Yaowu was stunned when he saw the content on her mobile phone, because the person in the video was none other than his eldest brother.

In the video, his elder brother was connecting with a fortune teller to find his whereabouts. He also knew the fortune teller, who was the master who had connected with him and poured water on him and burned him several times when he settled down in the cemetery.

Yang Yaowu stopped listening to what Huang Xiangxiang said, and his memory went back to his childhood. After a long while, he sighed, thinking that he had been away from home for so many years, and it was time to go back and see his family.

At night, Yang Yaowu came to the hospital ward where Yang Yaowen was staying. There was no one in the ward at that time. It was mealtime and the caregiver had probably gone out to get food.

Yang Yaowu pushed the door open and saw his relative lying on the bed, thin and sick. He cast his eyes on the body of the person on the bed and saw that his heart had become diseased and black, and he was afraid that he would not last for a few more days.

Although he had long been disappointed with their indifference, Yang Yaowu still felt a little sad when he saw his relative struggling in his sleep.

As if sensing his arrival, the person on the bed struggled to open his eyes a crack.

"Yao, Yaowu? Is that you?"

Yang Yaowen's voice was as soft as a mosquito, and his eyes looked towards Yang Yaowu who was at the door.

Yang Yaowu came over and sat down beside the bed, "Brother, I came back to see you."

Yang Yaowu spoke calmly, and the bitterness in his heart disappeared completely when he saw the fierce excitement in the other person's eyes.

It was not difficult for him to guess the reason for the other party's excitement. Perhaps his brother had not given up the idea of ​​digging out his heart. Now that he was here, his brother was naturally excited.

"Your illness is already a death sentence. Even a heart transplant won't help."

Yang Yaowu mercilessly poured a basin of cold water on him, and Yang Yaowen exploded instantly, "Shut up!"

Even after so many years, his brother's bad words still frightened him. His brother's bad words were always accurate, and he didn't want to be cursed to death by him!

Because of his emotional fluctuations, Yang Yaowen started coughing, but he was seriously ill, and his cough was rapid but weak.

At this time, a black crow fluttered down from the window. The crow cawed twice at Yang Yaowu and then turned around curiously to look at the ward.

When Yang Yaowen heard the two caws, he suddenly turned his head and looked, his eyes filled with fear as if he had seen a ghost. Crows, crows!

Yang Yaowu didn't bring the bald-nosed crow with him during the day, so the bald-nosed crow came looking for him following the scent.

Yang Yaowen was so frightened that he even stopped coughing. Sure enough! His brother was a curser, otherwise why would unlucky crows appear wherever he went?

He was so angry that he picked up something on the bedside table and threw it at the man, but he didn't have much strength and the thing didn't go far, so it had no deterrent effect at all.

The crow on the windowsill flapped its wings and landed on Yang Yaowu's shoulder, glaring fiercely at the man who wanted to hit him. Yang Yaowu reached out and stroked its feathers, and then it put away its ferocity and rubbed its head on Yang Yaowu's shoulder affectionately.

Watching the interaction between the man and the bird, Yang Yaowen became more certain that this younger brother was an ominous person, as if he was the god of death.

"You, you, you..."

Yang Yaowen had difficulty even raising his hand, pointing at Yang Yaowu in anger and unable to speak. In his opinion, the appearance of the Grim Reaper here meant his death. So this brother was not here to see him, but to take him away! He would not go with him! He would not die!

Yang Yaowen's eyes bulged out, and after a long pause he could not come up with any further words. Yang Yaowu said goodbye to him, saying calmly, "I'm leaving now. Take care."

After saying that, he stood up and prepared to leave.

However, at this time the door of the ward was opened and a man and a woman came in.

When the two saw Yang Yaowu, they widened their eyes in surprise, because this man looked 90% like their father before he got sick, except that his skin was a little darker and his temperament was a little gloomier. They really looked alike!

If they hadn't seen their father lying on the hospital bed, looking haggard, they would have thought that the person in front of them was their father!

"Catch him! Catch him, and I'll be saved!"

Yang Yaowen's weak but urgent voice broke the silence in the ward and brought the man and woman back to their senses.

But the two did not dare to move for a while. They looked at the black crow on each other's shoulders. If they guessed correctly, the person in front of them should be their mysterious second uncle!

In fact, they rarely heard about this second uncle before, because the family thought he had a bad mouth and always kept it a secret. It was only after their father fell ill that they gradually got to know this second uncle better.

The mysterious second uncle in the legend suddenly appeared. How dare they move, for they were afraid of being infected with bad luck if they got close to him.

"You, you are my second uncle, right?" The man of the two men forced a smile and asked the question he wanted to know the most, "Why did you come back this time?"

Yang Yaowu looked at the vigilance in the eyes of the man and the woman and sneered, "I have no interest in the Yang Group. I came back just to see him this time."

He looked back at Yang Yaowen, the mockery on his lips even more intense. His brother was now lying on the hospital bed, and his brother's two children only cared about the family property.

Hearing him say this, both of them breathed a sigh of relief. They were really afraid that this second uncle would curse them to death and he would inherit the Yang Group.

Yang Yaowu didn't want to say anything more to them. Finally, he looked at Yang Yaowen with pity and left the ward.

Only after watching him leave did Yang Yaowen's two children breathe a sigh of relief. However, when their eyes met, their faces changed and they rolled their eyes at each other.

They came to the bedside and competed to show their filial piety, but completely ignored Yang Yaowen's words to catch Yang Yaowu to give him a heart transplant. The two of them probably wished he would die sooner.

But before he died, they still needed his will, and everyone wanted to fight for more of the family property.

However, both of them showed that they did not want the mysterious second uncle to come back, but they both went to look for the second uncle's whereabouts in private.

Because of Yang Yaowu's mysterious power, they all wanted to use him to kill him so that they could take charge of the Yang Group. As for Yang Yaowen, they would naturally have to get rid of him after they killed him. After all, he was still a member of the Yang family. As long as he was alive, he might come back to fight with them!

But no matter how hard they searched, they could not find any trace of Yang Yaowu. It was as if he appeared out of nowhere and disappeared out of nowhere.