Old Mrs. Song is reborn; get out of here, you scumbag husband and illegitimate child!

The two walked into the residential area while talking.

I just arrived at the security booth.

Two people were bumped out from inside.

A thin, old woman was dressed in old clothes, her gray hair neatly combed.

She grabbed a little girl's arm and dragged her out.

The little girl looked to be about five or six years old. She had two little braids, kept her head down and didn't say a word. She was wearing a pair of old sandals that didn't fit her.

"Hurry up, you jinx." The old lady slapped the little girl on the back. "What else can you do here but embarrass yourself? Don't try to stay here."

"I asked you to come so your aunt could give your dad more money. I didn't tell you to have any improper thoughts."

Song Xianglan was originally planning to go inside, but upon hearing the commotion, she glanced over.

Just one glance.

Song Xianglan stopped abruptly.

The little girl stumbled as the old woman slapped her, and she looked up to avoid the slap.

That face, that nose, even the contours of that chin—it looked exactly like Song Qiang's fifth daughter, Xiao Wu.

They are like the Song family.

Song Xianglan's mind went blank, and she almost blurted out "Xiao Wu".

But upon closer inspection, she realized something was wrong.

Xiao Wu, raised by Song Qiang, grew up to be plump and healthy, and wore fashionable imported clothes. When they returned to the village, everyone said that a little princess from the city had come to the village.

The little girl in front of me was so thin she was skin and bones, her cheeks were sunken, her clothes were too short, and her exposed arms were covered with bluish pinch marks.

Too thin.

This is not Xiao Wu.

Song Xianglan quickly turned her head and grabbed Shen's mother's arm.

When Shen's mother saw the little girl's face clearly, her eyes widened instantly, and she opened her mouth to shout.

Song Xianglan reacted quickly and pinched Shen's mother's arm hard.

Mother Shen winced in pain and swallowed her words.

The two exchanged a perfectly synchronized glance and immediately retreated into the shadows of the security booth.

The old lady didn't even notice the two little old ladies next to her, and pulled the little girl along the main road towards Buji.

"Don't play dead, you brat!" the old woman cursed as she walked, her voice booming. "That's all the use you have. I brought you here, so your heartless aunt has to give me some benefits."

The little girl was in so much pain that tears streamed down her face, and she gripped the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands.

"Grandma, I'm hungry."

"You deserve to starve to death." The old woman stopped, her dark fingernails pointing at the little girl's face. "Don't think you can live a good life just because others live well."

The purpose of your life was to give our family a good life. Next time you come over, cry louder in front of your aunt.

The little girl trembled with pain but dared not cry out.

She didn't understand why her aunt disliked her.

I hate her and am afraid of her, yet I keep giving her grandmother money.

Song Xianglan stood under the shade of a tree.

As I watched the old man and the child walk away, several thoughts flashed through my mind.

Yang Liu, Song Qiang's ex-wife.

Song Qiang's current girlfriend is Xue'er.

The younger sister who looks exactly like Xiao Wu but is abused.

Even sisters don't necessarily look exactly alike.

Mother Shen was so anxious she was jumping up and down. "My dear in-laws, I wasn't mistaken before, was I? This girl looks exactly like Xiao Wu, they're practically born from the same mother. Si Feng and Xiao Wu don't even look that alike."

"Stop looking, follow me." Song Xianglan lifted her foot and walked towards Buji.

Mrs. Shen was taken aback and quickly jogged to catch up.

"Where are we going? Aren't we going to Song Qiang's house to watch Yang Liu and Xue'er argue?"

Song Xianglan stared at the old woman's back as she walked quickly. "What's the point of watching those two shrewish women argue? Follow this old woman. There's no such thing as a perfect resemblance."

Mother Shen immediately perked up, and the two kept a short distance, trailing behind the old lady at a comfortable distance.

The old lady walked very quickly, muttering to herself as she went.

"Xue'er, that ungrateful wretch. If it weren't for me back then..." The old lady stopped mid-sentence, suddenly turning back to look at him warily.

Song Xianglan immediately pulled Shen's mother to a fruit stall by the roadside and pretended to ask the price of the bananas on the stall.

Seeing that they were two old women buying groceries, the old lady snorted and dragged Ximei into a dilapidated alley in an urban village.

Shen's mother became anxious and tugged at Song Xianglan's sleeve.

"We've entered the alley. The paths inside are a mess, should we continue?"

Song Xianglan put down the banana, her gaze turning cold and brooding.

"Fine. Even if pulling up a radish brings up a whole mess, I'm going to find out exactly who this little girl is."

Song Xianglan stopped and did not walk directly into that alley.

Shen's mother turned to look at her, "What's wrong?"

Song Xianglan bent down and dug out a broken red brick from a pile of dirt by the roadside.

She patted the mud off it and handed it over.

"Take it."

Mrs. Shen was stunned. "What are you going to do with this?"

"For self-defense." Song Xianglan's gaze swept over the dilapidated streets around her. "This place is not safe."

Shen's mother's hand trembled. "Then what will you use?"

Song Xianglan lifted the wide hem of her floral dress. She reached down to her waist and drew a gleaming knife.

The blade was ground extremely thin, gleaming with a bluish light.

"A boning knife?!" Shen's mother exclaimed in surprise.

"I used to be a butcher, so this thing is easy for me to use." Song Xianglan put down her clothes. "Let's go."

Mother Shen swallowed hard, looked down at the half brick in her hand, and thought it was too short to be impressive.

She threw away the brick and searched for a thick wooden stick next to the garbage heap.

He gripped the stick tightly with both hands and followed Song Xianglan inside.

The alleyway is very narrow.

The towering buildings on both sides blocked out all the sunlight.

The further you go in, the dimmer the light becomes.

The air was filled with the sour smell of swill, the smell of cheap tobacco, and the smell of moldy paint.

The roller shutters of the shops on both sides were half open, men were playing cards shirtless, and women were scolding their children while holding basins at the door.

The two had only taken a few steps.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from ahead.

Three or four blond-haired youths carrying long watermelon knives came running out from the fork in the road ahead.

Several men carrying steel pipes followed closely behind.

"Kill that bastard."

The blond-haired man rushed over, saw the two old women blocking his way, brandished his knife, and yelled at the top of his lungs, "You old hags, get out of my way!"

Song Xianglan grabbed Shen's mother by the back of her collar and yanked her violently toward the steps of the nearby grocery store.

A gust of wind swept by.

The group of people ran off, cursing and swearing, splashing water everywhere as they trampled through the puddles.

Shen's mother's legs went weak, and the stick in her hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

She clutched her chest, gasping for breath. "Oh my god. How can there be such a horrible place in Shenzhen?"

Song Xianglan looked around warily, bent down, picked up the stick, and stuffed it back into Shen's mother's hand.

"There are a lot of people from other places here, it's a mixed bag. Stay close."

Shen's mother clung tightly to Song Xianglan's arm. "I've lived in Haishi for most of my life, spent over ten years on the island, and a few years in the new city. I've never seen anything like this. It's too chaotic; people could really die."

She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. "A few years ago, my husband and I went on a trip to a nearby city and encountered something similar. If we hadn't run into Song west that time, we would both be dead. I'll never go to those kinds of shady places again, even if you kill me."

"I'm afraid we have to keep moving forward now." Song Xianglan looked around.

The girl named Ximei and the old lady have disappeared.

In her past life, when she was in the smuggling business...

The area around Qingyang is also in chaos.

But those were fellow villagers who were blinded by greed for a little profit; at least they still cared about their reputation when they did it.

This place is different; it's full of desperados.