How to spend the 8 million won after rebirth

When Grandpa Qin left, the first snow fell from the sky, flying between heaven and earth.

Spread a shallow layer on the ground.

The plum blossom that Grandpa Qin loved most in his yard has withered.

The temperature in the south is warmer, and the first snow each year is usually after December. This time it came more than a month earlier, as if it came specially to see off Grandpa Qin.

Amidst the endless cries, Grandpa Qin's ashes were buried beside a purple bamboo forest on Qingfeng Cliff.

Grandma Qin had already fainted from crying and was escorted to Mr. Qin Liu's office to rest. The military doctor was examining Grandma Qin.

Qin Yanbei stood in front of the tombstone for a long time, with red eyes. He did not cry like the others, but just stood there, motionless.

Su Yelai silently wiped away the tears that blocked her vision. Although Grandpa Qin's death made her sad, she was puzzled about one thing.

It was previously suspected that the person controlling this world behind the scenes was Qin Liuye, or that Qin Yanbei was also involved.

But Grandpa Qin was their relative, wasn't it easy to save him? Why did the rescue fail and wait for his life to come to an end?

Mr. Qin Liu's figure flashed by in the distance. Su Yelai saw it with his sharp eyes and followed him quickly.

She followed them so blatantly, without any intention of hiding her tracks. She also knew that even if she tried to hide, she couldn't escape the eyes of these people.

When dealing with sensitive people, it is better to be direct instead of being evasive.

"Miss Su, what's the matter?" Mr. Qin Liu stopped at an empty corner.

"Mr. Qin, I heard that you are Grandpa Qin's only disciple. This kindness is unique. Now that he has passed away, are you sad?"

"Miss Su, you are joking. He is my mentor and my father. How can I not be sad?"

"So you don't want to save him?"

"People grow old, get sick and die. He is already 77 years old and was poisoned. Even the best doctors can't save him."

"The doctor can't save him, but don't you have the ability to control other people's life and death? Don't you have the ability to play tricks on people? Where is your system? Take it out! Resurrect Mr. Qin! Return Jin Minghe to me!"

As Su Yelai spoke, her whole body was shaking slightly. She glared at Qin Liuye with hatred and became almost hysterical in the end.

"Ms. Su, I know these two things have dealt you a heavy blow, but you have to stay sober. This is not a science fiction movie, and there aren't so many weird things going on."

Su Yelai shook his head vigorously.

No, it is not.

Whether this is a science fiction film is another matter, but it is definitely a strange world. It looks realistic, but everyone is like a puppet on strings.

By the way, in the puppets’ cognitive world, they also have their own unique worldview.

They never feel like they are being looked down upon.

They move forward along the established trajectory, and even if they clearly realize that their path seems to have been paved long ago, they will extract a self-consistent statement from their brains and call it a sense of fatalism.

"She's not in a good condition. Please try to persuade her." Mr. Qin Liu said with a cold face.

This cold expression made her heart sink to the bottom, and her face also turned cold, and the warm tears on her face were suddenly cooling down.

Just as her mind began to make plans like a storm, she felt a warmth behind her and then realized that she was in someone's arms.

She knew who it was without looking back. Su Yelai did not struggle and just stayed quietly in this embrace.

The weather had turned cold in late autumn, and she needed this warmth to give her strength.

She was afraid that as time went on, she would become as cold as stone and her heart would turn into ice. She didn't want to feel like a zombie, without any residual warmth or elasticity.

What's the difference between this and being dead?

After calming down, Su Yelai asked Qin Liuye again: "Why are you alive? Are you living just for the sake of living? You suppressed your emotions and desires, and made everything pass through like dust on a mirror, without staining your body. Then what? What are you living for? Eat indifferently every day, poop indifferently, and repeat this cycle?"

There were cracks on Mr. Qin Liu's cold face, and his eyebrows trembled twice.

"Miss Su, maybe you are right, but the dead cannot be resurrected. I hope you can understand." Mr. Qin Liu turned his back and walked away.

Su Yelai wanted to chase him, wanted to continue to torture him and stimulate him from the soul, but she was held tightly by the person behind her.

"Su Yelai, don't bother with it. There won't be an answer."

"Then do you know the answer?" Su Yelai pried his hands apart, walked away from his arms, turned around and looked seriously into Qin Yanbei's eyes.

Qin Yanbei's eyes brightened up again from a moment of confusion.

"What's the answer?" he inquired.

"Forget it." Su Yelai suddenly didn't want to ask any more questions.

Since they don't want to talk and are avoiding the topic, and can remain so indifferent even when their closest relatives pass away, what answers can we get by continuing to question them?

Since they wouldn't tell her, she had to continue searching on her own.