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

Chapter 50 Song Lan's Status in the Underworld
"In the past, the underworld abandoned me like a piece of trash. Now, with the adults leading us to build a new underworld, I no longer look down on that old-fashioned and shabby place."

"Say I'm not worthy?"

"Now, it's the ghost messengers in the underworld who are unworthy!"

The Spring Dream Ghost was very proud: "But I am kind by nature and I love to do good things. One day, I will follow you to attack the underworld and become the new king. It's not bad. I will give those ghost officials who look down on others a chance to lick my shoes. Hahaha!"

Song Lan curled the corners of his mouth slightly, and listened quietly to the Spring Dream Ghost's preaching.

She likes this kind of successful person who gets carried away and brags about everything.

New underworld?
This haunted house belongs to the Zhang family. No one knows what the relationship is between the person or ghost who wants to build a new underworld and the Zhang family.

Chunmeng Ghost spoke up and invited Song Lan to join their team to build a new underworld.

"Come on, come on, join us in our new underworld..."

His hoarse and rough voice surrounded Song Lan in three dimensions, like someone scratching the table with his fingernails. It had no hint of temptation at all, but was rather unpleasant enough to make people irritated.

I really want to hit someone.

Song Lan looked at the spring dream ghost, thoughtfully.

At this time, Cui Jue, who was resting and recuperating in the underworld, recovering his soul that had been damaged by the powerful ghost consciousness, suddenly felt a suction force coming from behind.

His eyes went dark, then bright again, and he found himself in the Zhang family's haunted house, staring into the eyes of the Spring Dream Ghost.

Cui Jue: ???
Spring Dream Ghost: ???

What the hell is that thing that suddenly appears right in front of my eyes?

"Check where the souls of those who died here went in the end."

Song Lan had no expression on his face.

Cui Jue heard the voice and frowned angrily: "Who is so presumptuous!"

You even dare to order the judge of the underworld around?
I’ll send him to the eighteenth level of hell soon!
How audacious—eh? Holy shit!
Cui Jue turned his head and saw who was speaking, and his mind went blank.

He is so bold!
How dare you say this person is so presumptuous... "Hehe, sir, I guess you didn't hear anything just now, right?"

"Actually, I didn't say anything."

Cui Jue took a few steps back, moving a little further away from Song Lan.

Song Lan didn't say anything, just raised his eyes lightly and glanced at the people.

"I'll check right away!"

Cui Jue took out the horoscope on the spot and looked through it quickly.

He didn't dare to make a sound, his heart was burning with anxiety: Damn it, turn it over quickly!
When he turned to the last page, Cui Jue began to doubt the ghost's life.

He still couldn't believe it, so he turned back two pages, and then turned it back again.

This happened several times. I was so nervous that I kept swallowing my saliva and didn't dare to look at Song Lan.

Oh my god, why doesn’t it say that someone died in this house?
Cui Jue doubted the Book of Fate but didn't dare to doubt Song Lan.

Since this person said that someone died here, then he must be dead.

But he really didn't find anything...

Cui Jue secretly glanced at Song Lan, not knowing how to explain the result.

be honest?

It doesn’t seem to work... This person has already said that it is there, but he insists that it is not in the fate book. Isn’t that contradicting others?

No no no.

Absolutely not.

lie?

Cui Jue shuddered just thinking about it.

It's not that I think my life is too long and I'm looking for death.

Cui Jue was still worrying about how to respond.

Song Lan smiled coldly: "It seems that I haven't found it."

Cui Jue's nonexistent heart suddenly rose to his throat, and he stammered twice in fear: "Yes, yes... The fate book does not show that anyone here has died."

"Do you recognize this thing?"

Song Lan pointed at the Spring Dream Ghost.

Cui Jue looked over.

Chunmenggui came back to his senses at this time, stuttered, and looked at Song Lan with some horror: "Who are you?"

"Your living father."

Song Lan frowned slightly: "Let's not do that. It's unlucky to have a filthy bastard like you as my unfilial descendant."

The spring dream ghost got angry!
"Who are you?! And you..."

Chunmenggui's eyes fell on Cui Jue, puzzled.

How did this judge suddenly end up standing here?

He didn't even blink! What on earth did this woman do!

Why did you call the judge here? !
How could a ghost messenger from the underworld possibly enter this place? !
"This place has clearly been concealed by my master..."

The spring dream ghost is really a big mouth.

Before Song Lan even asked, he revealed the key information.

"It turns out that the secret is hidden."

She looked at Cui Jue, who was bewildered: Why are you looking at me?

"This place has been used by someone, oh, or maybe by a ghost, who has used special means to conceal the secrets of heaven. That's why the people who died here cannot be found in the fate book in your hand."

"Ah! And then?"

"Let the secret of this place not be concealed."

"How?"

Song Lan looked at Cui Jue, and Cui Jue also looked at Song Lan.

"you will not?"

"...Should I know how to do it?" Cui Jue rubbed his hands, feeling anxious.

Song Lan: …

Silence, still silence.

Cui Jue swallowed his saliva. For some reason, he wanted to ask, "Then, sir, can you do it?"

Song Lan: …

"If I remember correctly, I should be an evil ghost, right?"

Do you think I can do this?
The two stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

Silence, still silence.

Spring Dream Ghost: ...Hey? Otherwise, you two can treat me as a person, no, as a thing, no - can you two just treat me as if I exist!

If the secret hidden in this place cannot be revealed, there will be no deaths in the book of fate.

"For this matter, I'm afraid it will require the intervention of a Taoist priest from the human world to find a solution." Cui Jue said after careful consideration.

Song Lan glanced at him and said, "The ghost messengers in your underworld can't crack it, but the heavenly master in the human world can?"

Cui Jue felt as if he was being despised.

"Your Excellency may not know that, as the saying goes, everyone has his or her own specialty..."

"understood."

If Cui Jue wanted to make more excuses, he had to hold it back before he could say it.

As a gust of cold wind suddenly arose and the sky and the earth spun for a few moments, Cui Jue was "thrown" back to the underworld.

Bai Wuchang was still worried about Hei Wuchang, and thought about discussing it with Cui Jue and secretly going to the human world.

Just as I reached Cui Jue’s cave, I saw a black spot pressing down on my head.

He instinctively took a few steps back to avoid him, and when he looked again, he saw Cui Jue lying on the ground, holding his waist and grimacing.

"Lao Cui!"

Bai Wuchang was startled and rushed forward to help him: "What happened to you?"

"Don't mention it, it's still Song Lan..."

Hearing the name "Song Lan", Bai Wuchang quickly withdrew his hand and stepped back further.

Cui Jue, who had just stood up halfway, fell back again.

Cui Jue: ...You might as well not help!
Bai Wuchang: ...If you had told me earlier that it was related to Song Lan, I would have turned around and ran away.

Who dares to get involved with that ancestor?
The spring dream ghost was still in a daze, with a dull expression.

I didn't understand how the judge tricked his way in here, and how he disappeared just like that.

"you……"

He looked at Song Lan and became alert instinctively.

Just as he uttered a sound, his vision suddenly went dark, and Song Lan rolled up the ball and put it in his pocket.

Spring Dream Ghost: ???

What just happened?
As the Spring Dream Ghost disappeared, the thick fog around it also dissipated.

Everyone woke up slowly, their eyes were dazed, and many of them had a look of unsatisfied feeling on their faces.

Pei Yuanshi avoided looking at Song Lan, not daring to meet his gaze.

But Liu Wu——

Song Lan was a little surprised.

(End of this chapter)