Mrs. You's heart skipped a beat. The wounds on her body hurt so much that her mind was in a mess, but ... She still retained a sliver of consciousness. She knew that she could not tell you Yi everything now.
"I didn 't," she said in a trembling voice."I ... I've told you ... All of my trump cards."
"If that's the case ..." You Yi said disdainfully,"then there's no need for us to continue this conversation. You should keep your Nirvana. Let's see if you can take it with you after you die."
You Yi did not stay any longer. He turned to leave.
Mrs. You panicked."You Yi, you Yi ... Wait, wait ..."
"I don't think we have much to talk about."
"Yes ... Yes, we can talk. You Yi ... Don't go yet. I ... I promise you, as long as you ... Can get me out, I'll tell you all my secrets."
You Yi turned around."How do I know if you're telling the truth?"
