After I stopped being a lady from a rich family, I fought all over the capital

Chapter 141 I am the biggest rule
Song Lan's nails, which were dyed with Impatiens, looked even more charming under the dim light.

She chuckled: "Could it be that Cui Pan wants to say that this is against the rules?"

“Yes, yes…” Yes!
Cui Jue agreed subconsciously, looked up to meet Song Lan's gaze, and felt nervous and frightened, and his knees almost went weak.

He barely held on, but still bent over unconsciously.

"No, no..." His tone was somewhat flattering, but his heart was filled with torment, and he was so anxious that fire was about to burst from his mouth.

It is naturally against the rules to change the life span of a mortal without permission.

But Song Lan asked this, could he say so? Did he dare to say so?
That's definitely not possible!

Otherwise, Song Lan’s next sentence would be: My rules are the rules, do you understand?

Let me ask you, who in the underworld dares to provoke this evil god?
Originally, the underworld was already in danger and on the verge of collapse due to the erosion of Song Lan's resentment.

If that time really comes, the eighteen levels of hell will collapse, and all the evil spirits inside will run out. They will surely quickly devour the human world and cause more innocent casualties.

At that time, the best outcome would be that Song Lan would be suppressed back to the bitter, cold and lonely place under the eighteen levels of hell.

But all the ghosts related to them will inevitably be charged with the crime of dereliction of duty and negligence. The lightest punishment is a hundred years of imprisonment, and the worst is to have their souls destroyed.

If the result is bad...

The Three Realms will probably completely turn into a purgatory for all living beings including immortals, gods, humans, demons, etc.

But if they really followed Song Lan's intention and casually set a precedent for privately increasing or decreasing the life span of mortals, there is no doubt that once there is a first time, there will be a second time, and once there is a second time, there will be a third time! !

There will still be chaos in the underworld and the world of the living because of this.

I'm afraid his career as a judge has come to an end.

At that time, if he was just sentenced to serve in the military, that would be considered good.

Seeing the tense atmosphere, Bai Wuchang quickly stepped out to make a joke: "What are you talking about, sir?"

"You are the biggest rule in our underworld!" "It is our honor to serve you, sir. How can we refuse?"

"However, the matter of increasing or decreasing one's life span is no joke. Old Cui is just..."

Bai Wuchang met Song Lan's half-smile and half-smile, and his voice was stuck for a moment.

Then Song Lan waved his hand, and Cui Jue's life book and judge's pen were suspended in the air and slowly floated towards Song Lan.

"No!"

Cui Jue immediately stepped forward to stop it, but he did not expect that the Judge's Pen, which had been with him for many years, seemed to not recognize its master and slapped him twice.

He couldn't resist and could only watch the Book of Life fall into Song Lan's hands——"What, what is this?"

The fate book glowed with golden light, floating in the air, and turning pages rapidly.

It was not until the page recording Su Xianyun's life and death was unfolded that Cui Jue was surprised to find that Song Lan was not tampering with the fate book, but... repairing it! !
“Yes, it is the golden light of merit! It is actually the golden light of merit!”

Bai Wuchang was so surprised that he lost his voice.

Cui Jue also stared at the golden light that penetrated into the book of fate, and was unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

What Song Lan used was not resentment.

It’s merit!!
This almost shattered his inherent understanding: "How can an evil ghost have merits and be used at will?"

Oh my god, are you crazy?

As the last ray of golden light of merit was exhausted, the page of the life book that recorded Su Xianyun's life was also repaired.

Then, Cui Jue and Black and White Impermanence saw green mist floating in from different directions outside the house, and escorted by wisps of black resentment, it slowly returned to the spirit platform of the woman on the bed.

This is……