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

Chapter 293 The Silly White Impermanence

Just as Song Lan was about to have dinner, Bai Wuchang arrived with his ghost messengers.

The once peaceful courtyard was suddenly swept by a gust of cold wind.

The piles of leaves that had just been swept up in the yard were swept up by the cold wind and fluttered up into the sky.

Then, very quickly, it fell like snowflakes.

Along with the dust and sand in the yard.

Liu Wu and Su Xianyun were both choked by the sudden gust of sand and began to cough.

Song Lan was protected by resentment that condensed into a barrier, so she was not affected.

only--

She looked coldly at the two ghosts that emerged from the eerie wind.

"Lord Wuchang, aren't we making a bit too much of a fuss? It's not even dark yet..."

What if someone sees this and gets scared to death?
Moreover, they came to investigate the case of missing souls, and this place is considered the scene of the crime. If the murderer is still here, or if this is their headquarters, wouldn't their high-profile actions alert the culprit?

"What do you know?"

Bai Wuchang was about to say that he did this to deter any soul thieves who might be present.

As the cold wind dissipated, he was caught off guard and his eyes met Song Lan's... Ouch!
The White Impermanence was so scared he almost lost his soul.

dream!

It must be a dream!

hallucinations!

It must be an illusion!
In this desolate wilderness, how come I saw that ruthless Song Lan?
The way they made their entrance must have been wrong!!

Thinking this, Bai Wuchang didn't dare to open his eyes at all, so he quickly pulled the ghost messenger back and then reappeared.

A cold wind howled, sweeping up the fallen leaves that were scattered all over the ground, along with sand and dust, which made Liu Wu and Su Xianyun cough and choke again before scattering them all over the ground once more.

Liu Wu: ...

Su Xianyun: ...What the hell? Where did this strange wind come from?

Song Lan's expression darkened further.

The White Impermanence came again, and upon closer inspection—good heavens!
How come this evil spirit is still around?!

He tried to escape again, but Song Lan's face darkened, and she raised her hand to restrict the Ghost Domain.

"Is this never going to end?" Her voice was as cold as an icicle.

White Impermanence was on the verge of tears: "My Lord, my Lord!"

"Greetings, Your Excellency! Good night, Your Excellency!"

Good heavens! What a jinx! Did he forget to check the almanac before going out today?

That's really unlucky.

"My lord, I was wrong. I didn't know you were here, I..."

Song Lan scoffed coldly: "Just because I'm not here, does that mean Lord Wuchang can put on such airs?"

"I have no idea. What errand is there that requires Lord Wuchang to make such a grand appearance?"

She raised an eyebrow and glanced at Liu Wu and Su Xianyun, whose heads were covered in dry leaves and sand blown by the wind.
"Could it be that someone here has once again summoned the God of Impermanence to descend in his true form?"

White Impermanence hurriedly said, "No, no, that's not true."

"I……"

He couldn't explain it and was extremely anxious.

The ghost messenger beside him muttered, "There's a person who just died here. Originally, it was indicated in the underworld that their soul needed to be taken back, but as soon as I came this way, before I even got there, the soul disappeared, so that's why we came."

White Impermanence immediately glared at the ghost messenger: What nonsense are you spouting! Don't you know the place? Who gave you the right to interrupt?!
The ghost messenger was already nervous, but being glared at made him even more nervous.

Especially since he didn't know Song Lan, but Song Lan's powerful aura made him tremble with fear deep in his soul.

He instinctively felt that this must be at least a powerful Ghost Emperor-level being.

but--