In just a few days, Song Qingyun looked more than five years older. She was wearing prison clothes and her hair was messy. Her elegance and calmness had been replaced by despair and unwillingness.

The moment she saw Jiang Yan, a light flashed in Song Qingyun's eyes. She suppressed the hatred in her eyes, thinking that Jiang Yan couldn't see it.

Jiang Yan sat opposite Song Qingyun across an iron gate.

“You’re here!”

Jiang Yan sat down without saying anything, just looked at her calmly.

"If you don't want to talk, then why did you come to see me? To see me make fun of you?"

Song Qingyun was a person who could endure loneliness. During her long years of cultivation, she endured loneliness and pain far beyond that of ordinary people in order to improve her strength! She thought that she had mastered the skills of playing with people's hearts and being insidious and vicious after traveling through the world of cultivation, but she didn't expect that she would fail so thoroughly in the world of ants.

"Is there any need to laugh at this joke? Aren't you one of them?"

Song Qingyun sneered repeatedly, "Jiang Yan, you really have no heart. You are so indifferent to your biological mother. Does your husband's family know? Do they know that you are so heartless?"

"Wolf-hearted and dog-hearted? Wouldn't these four words be more appropriate to describe you?"

"What do you want to do?" She had already accepted her fate.

Song Qingyun knew that her fate would not be good. She didn't even have to wait for the verdict to come out, she knew what was waiting for her.

The inevitable end was that she would die, but unfortunately, she had no chance of rebirth this time. In her previous life, when she blew herself up, she still had a trace of soul power left, and she was reborn in another world after many twists and turns.

This time, she was just an ordinary person who couldn’t be more ordinary, and her body was weaker than that of normal people. She could do nothing but wait to die.

"Come, let me take a look at you." Jiang Yan smiled, "Why are you so excited?"

"The winner takes all, I don't need you to pretend to be a good person here." Song Qingyun stared at Jiang Yan with his slightly cloudy eyes, "Even if I die, I will not let you go, Jiang Yan, I will haunt you forever."

Jiang Yan giggled. Even though Song Qingyun acted crazy and looked like a living ghost, she didn't feel scared at all.

"When a person dies, he is dead. There is no such thing as a ghost. You still don't want to let me go and want to pester me? How do you pester me?"

Jiang Yan stared into her eyes and asked word by word: "Will you live again and haunt me?"

Song Qingyun's eyes suddenly widened and she grabbed the railing excitedly. Her silver bracelet hit the iron railing, making a clanging sound.

"What do you know? Huh? Tell me?"

Jiang Yan looked at her without saying a word, with a sly smile on his lips, "I know everything! You are not Song Qingyun..."

Song Qingyun was about to say something, but heard Jiang Yan say, "I am not Jiang Yan either."

"You are not..."

Song Qingyun kept repeating Jiang Yan’s words in his mind: You are not Song Qingyun, and I am not Jiang Yan.

She raised her head suddenly and stared at Jiang Yan fiercely, "What, what did you say?"

Jiang Yan smiled, "I didn't say anything!"

She came here to kill people and destroy their hearts. Just leave her an ambiguous sentence and let her feel uncomfortable!

A strong-willed person like Song Qingyun must have made some guesses after hearing what she said. If he didn't get her answer, he would be very uncomfortable and would try every means to see her again.

In this way, Song Qingyun can take the initiative to speak and show some sincerity in exchange for the right to negotiate.

When Jiang Yan thought of this, he immediately stood up and left without looking back.

"Jiang Yan, don't leave, come back, come back!"

Song Qingyun's hysterical screams echoed throughout the corridor, but Jiang Yan turned a deaf ear to them and walked faster and faster.

Si Lu was already waiting for her outside.

"How about it?"

"No problem, he should have taken the bait."

As they walked, they talked, "Song Qingyun refuses to confess. There are some core things that Song Jiaojiao and her minions cannot get access to. We think that if the name is not right, the words will not flow. Only by breaking through Song Qingyun's psychological defenses and letting her get what she wants, can she confess those things."

Si Lu nodded, "You are thoughtful, but we must also be prepared for both situations. If Song Qingyun refuses to confess in the end, we have to find another way."

"I've thought about this, too. Song Qingyun was a cultivator in her previous life, and her mental strength is different from that of an ordinary person. Not only will hypnotizing her have a poor effect, it may even backfire."

Jiang Yan said: "I hope she won't let me down."

Isn't it said that people who practice cultivation are prone to develop inner demons? People like Song Qingyun, who traveled through time and space and lived again but are unable to practice cultivation, will definitely develop inner demons.

I am her inner demon.

"What are you thinking about?"

Jiang Yan shook her head. "Nothing to think about. Let's go!"

"good!"

"Si Lu, shall we go see uncle first? He has recovered well in the past month, but he must be feeling uncomfortable in his heart."

"Okay, I'll go with you."

On the way back, Jiang Yan saw someone selling candied haws. The old man didn't look young anymore, he looked to be about 60 years old. It was very cold, he held up a straw target and shouted.

There were still a few strings of mushrooms left on the straw target. Jiang Yan glanced at Si Lu, and the couple smiled at each other and walked towards the old man tacitly.

"Old man, how much are the candied haws?"

"30 cents a string, 50 cents for two strings."

The old man smiled and said, "Girl, these hawthorns are all grown in my garden. They are big and red, and the seeds have been removed. They are very clean. Would you like to buy a bunch to try?"

Jiang Yan saw that there were only six strings left, so he took out two one-yuan bills and said, "Uncle, I want all the rest."

"You want them all?" The old man's eyes lit up. "Okay, I'll pack them for you."

He took down all the candied haws on the straw target, wrapped them in rice paper he had prepared long ago, and finally took out a paper bag covered with kraft paper and put all the candied haws inside.

"Hold it well, hold the wooden handle, ah, right."

As the old man spoke, he gave Jiang Yan fifty cents in change, "We agreed on fifty cents for two skewers, six skewers is one dollar and fifty cents, here's your fifty cents."

"Thank you, uncle. It's cold. Please come back early!"

"Thank you too, girl, you are a kind person!" The old man said, "It's okay, my home is nearby, I will be back soon."

As if he had found a confidant, the old man could not help but say, "Now is a good time! The policies are getting better and better, allowing us to do some small business to supplement the family income. Wasn't there an epidemic a while ago? The old and the young in my family got the disease, and the street said there was a special medicine. After the disease was cured, in addition to the money reimbursed by the factory, we were also subsidized. It's great, it's great."

Jiang Yan and Si Lu smiled at each other, hiding their achievements and fame.

"Goodbye, sir."

The old man stood in the snow, waved to them with a smile, and went home humming a little tune.