Reborn into the 70: Turning Adversity into Her Dazzling Path

In a private house a bit of a distance away from Xue Town, Su Ziqiao crossed one leg over the other and looked at the man opposite him. ”Playing tough, huh? Not talking, huh? All right then, how about we play something a little exciting?”

As soon as he mentioned ”exciting,” he started getting hyped.

The man stared at Su Ziqiao in fear.

This guy was nothing like the man who’d interrogated him this morning.

The one this morning at least followed some normal rules, but this guy looked pretty young, and no matter what he said or did, none of it followed any normal pattern.

Too damn scary.

The man looked at Su Ziqiao in panic, having no idea what move he was about to pull.

But very soon, his heart‑rending screams came from the other room.

In the other room, the face of the man inside was deathly pale, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead nonstop, his legs trembling, his whole body looking like he could faint at any moment.

Tsk tsk, with psychological endurance like that, he still wants to learn from others and do bad things.

Yang Yunhai sat there looking at his own fingers, and seeing him like this, said casually, ”So? Thought it through yet? If you don’t want to talk, that’s fine too. It’ll just be your turn in a bit.”

With that, he patted his clothes and stood up, about to leave.

”I... I’ll talk, I’ll tell you everything.” With a clatter, the man dropped to his knees. ”I’m begging you, stop torturing me. I’ll tell you everything.”

These people were too terrifying, and the methods they used were all weird and bizarre. Scary as hell.

If he kept his mouth shut, sooner or later he’d either be tortured to death by them or scared to death by them.

If he talked, things might not be great with Madam either, but there might still be a sliver of hope.

”Madam?” Yang Yunhai frowned and asked, ”Do you know her name? How old is she?”

The man shook his head.

”We’ve always just called her Madam. As for her age, she should be a bit over fifty.” The ”over fifty” was something he’d guessed based on the middle‑aged woman who served by Madam’s side.

”Have you ever seen her?”

The man shook his head. ”Madam always keeps to herself and rarely goes out. People like us aren’t high‑enough level to see her.”

”But,” afraid he’d seem useless, the man hurriedly added, ”I know who’s seen her. The people of the Xue Family definitely know who Madam is.”

The Xue Family.

The local snakes of Xue Town.

”And I heard that back in the day Madam used to be a bandit,” the man said mysteriously. ”She was a bandit on Qin Mountain.”

Qin Mountain?

Isn’t that where Wang Xiaoqian picked up Tian Wanfeng back then?

Don’t talk to me about coincidence. Too many ”coincidences” are abnormal in themselves.

”That’s all?” Yang Yunhai frowned and said.

”Oh, right, I remember now.” The man suddenly jumped up in excitement. ”I just remembered Madam’s name.”

”What is it?”

”I remember one of the old folks once called her Lady Die,” the man said. ”Seems like there’s a ’Die’—’Butterfly’—in Madam’s name.”

Die? Butterfly?

Who the hell is she?

”A woman with ’Die’ in her name?” Su Ziqiao was also turning it over in his head. ”Could she be one of Grandpa’s old enemies? Or someone Grandma offended?”

”Could it be Little Butterfly?” Gu Lingling said quietly. ”I heard from Grandma Yao that back then there was another maid who served Grandma along with her, named Little Butterfly.”

Wasn’t she supposed to have left with some official’s daughter later?

When did she turn into some bandit’s wife?

”It’s not impossible,” Yang Yunhai said approvingly—and not just possible, but very likely.

”Didn’t you say she’s in Xue Town?” Mr. Su said dark‑faced. ”Boss, tell your people that even if they have to dig three feet into the ground, they’re to drag this person out for me.”

He went off right then to call the big boss.