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

Chapter 63: Good at Serving People
Hearing the man mention Song Lan's mother, and even calling her by a nice name, the subordinate's eyes were dark and gloomy, and he lowered his head to hide it, and bowed his hands respectfully, as if he was sincerely worshipping and praising: "My dear, be merciful!"

"If Madam Song is still alive, she will surely be grateful for your kindness."

The man was indeed happy after hearing this.

With a wave of his hand, he rewarded the man with half of the remaining orange.
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When Song Lan woke up, he was reluctant to get up. He closed his eyes and rolled around on the bed.

"I advise you not to seek death~"

The small black shadow that was slowly emitting negative energy and wrapping up the bed where she was lying suddenly stopped, as if frightened, and froze in place in a very human manner.

"Tell me, what's the origin?"

Song Lan didn't even open his eyes, and his tone was much kinder and softer than when he was usually sober.

The black shadow huddled into a ball and did not respond. Instead, it became more human-like and looked at Song Lan with curiosity.

"Okay, let me ask you another way."

"What did you do in life? Did you die voluntarily?"

Song Lan turned over and faced the black shadow in front of him. He covered his mouth with his hands, yawned, and ordered the other party without any hesitation.

"Pour me a cup of tea."

Sombra: ...

The black shadow realized belatedly that it was humiliated, and the surrounding area was suddenly filled with negative energy. The small black shadow suddenly grew into a large ball, trying to swallow Song Lan.

"You really don't want to live?"

Song Lan opened his eyes, his gaze cold: "They are already ghosts. If they die again, they will be completely gone."

The black shadow's movement to devour Song Lan paused.

"Are you a heavenly master?"

The rough and hoarse voice made Song Lan frown.

"Change your voice and speak in a nicer tone."

She was disgusted: "Listening to this noise, I really want to beat you to death."

Sombra: ...

I don’t know why, I clearly wanted to devour this ungrateful woman immediately, but for no reason I felt an indelible fear in my heart.

The shadow seemed humiliated, and poured Song Lan a cup of tea and brought it to the bedside.

He changed to a clear voice like the sound of a spring, and asked again in a serious tone, "Are you the Heavenly Master?"

"Well, this sound is much more pleasant to the ear."

Song Lan stretched out his hand, and the black shadow was puzzled. After a while, a wisp of Yin energy came out, lifted Song Lan's hand, and helped the man sit up.

"You're quite sensible."

Song Lan raised his eyebrows, and in the eyes of the black shadow, his behavior was really too bad!
The shadow's nonexistent chest rose and fell violently.

Who does this woman take him for?!

A servant, a boy, or a maid?
Do you respect his existence? !

He is a ghost!!
Evil ghost!!
A very fierce and cruel ghost!!

"Bring the spittoon."

Song Lan had no idea what the non-existent black shadow was feeling.

I wouldn't care even if I knew.

The black shadow was once again mistaken for a servant, and he instantly became furious. A strong negative energy filled his body, and the temperature of the entire room suddenly dropped, like an ice cellar.

Song Lan raised his eyes and looked at the black shadow expressionlessly.

"where is it?"

The black shadow asked, and as if feeling guilty, the yin energy that filled the whole house soon found the celadon spittoon placed next to the six-legged high washbasin stand made of rosewood.

After the shadow separated a wisp of negative energy and returned to the bed holding the spittoon, Song Lan picked up the teacup and rinsed his mouth gently.

This time, she didn't need to give any instructions. The black shadow had already separated two more strands of Yin energy, reached out to take the teacup from Song Lan's hand, and brought it back to the table.

He separated two new strands of Yin energy, took out a new teacup, poured new tea, and handed it to Song Lan.

Song Lan took the tea and chuckled.

The black shadow's non-existent brain suddenly felt numb, and anger surged up.

What is he doing! !

What is he doing! !

Ahhhhhh! How embarrassing! !
What on earth did he just do?!
The black shadow really couldn't accept Silky's movements. As a result, the temperature in the room dropped by several degrees. The remaining water in the basin even formed a few ice flowers.

"You are good at serving people."

It would have been fine if Song Lan hadn't praised him. Once he did, the black shadow felt extremely insulted, and his negative energy suddenly became heavier, and even ice flowers began to climb up the beams.

Click.

Click.

The teacup in Song Lan's hand was shattered into powder in an instant by resentment.

Sombra: ...

He seemed to be standing there in a daze, unable to understand for a long time.

"You're not a Heavenly Master?"

Otherwise, how could this resentment be heavier than the one he has?

The black shadow felt a little inferior, and took back all the negative energy released from his body, shrinking himself into a smaller ball.

I feel wronged, but I dare not speak out.

He couldn't tell now who the ghost was.

"You have quite some insight."

Song Lan thought this thing was quite interesting.

"It looks like he knows how to serve others."

Sombra: ...

!!! You are insulting me! Insult!!

He felt aggrieved and angry but could not say anything, so he shrank himself even smaller.

"You haven't answered my question yet. What did you do in your lifetime? Where did you come from?"

Song Lan raised his eyes and looked at the person coldly.

The shadow shrank a little more: "I don't remember either..."

His voice was weak, and he was further away from Song Lan: "It has been like this since I can remember." "Really?"

Song Lan crossed his legs and rested his hands on his knees: "If you lie to me, you will turn into a puppy~"

She spoke cutely, but her eyes were cold.

The black shadow trembled, hid far away, and shrank even smaller.

“Everything I said is true——Aaaaah!!”

The black shadow was suddenly swallowed up by a ball of cold, green flame, and let out a shrill scream.

He was horrified and suddenly felt afraid.

Why could someone who seemed to be from the same bloodline as him, whose resentment was even greater than his and who was even more like a ghost than him, summon the fire of hell so easily?

"Ahhh you are not-Tianshi, who-who are you!!"

The black shadow screamed repeatedly, and after a long while, he realized that his screams seemed to be beyond the range of the hellfire! !

what! !

It hurts so much—help, help!
forgive me.

I said everything.

The black shadow sobbed and trembled, whimpering and begging for mercy for a long time, but the woman in front of him seemed to be unable to hear him.

I don’t know what I was thinking about.

Woo woo—Woof?

Song Lan raised his eyebrows, thinking that this ghost thing was quite interesting.

She waved her hand, and the shadow was wrapped around her. She extinguished two-thirds of the fire in the pot that she used to cook soup, leaving only a small cluster of weak flames that continued to burn.

"explain?"

Song Lan's eyes were calm, like a deep ancient well, gloomy and deserted.

The black shadow shuddered and shrank itself into a smaller ball.

"...I really don't remember who I was before I died. I only remember that there was someone who told me that he could fulfill my wish."

"I just said it casually. I want to live forever."

"When I woke up again, I looked like this now."

Song Lan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, looking at him with a smile.

The shadow quickly corrected himself: "No, no, no, it wasn't like this at the beginning. I didn't know what I was in at the time. There were ghosts all around me who looked like me."

"I, I devoured them all, and only then did I become what I am now."

"Later, I left that place and went to that house."

Song Lan couldn't help feeling a little bored.

It is not uncommon for wandering souls to devour each other and become relatively complete ghosts.

When she was making soup in the past, she was too bored and would occasionally chew a few wandering souls to satisfy her hunger.

"That house seems a little weird..."

Song Lan raised his eyebrows and said "Oh?" softly: "What do you mean?"

"I can't really tell what's going on, but it's just a very strange feeling."

"Almost all the ghosts wandering around here obey the orders of the New Underworld."

The black shadow spoke cautiously, stealing glances at Song Lan's face from time to time.

"New Underworld?"

"almost?"

Song Lan stretched out his hand, and the black shadow immediately handed him tea, and even heated it with a ghost fire until it was the right temperature.

"So, you can ignore the arrangements of the new underworld?"

The black shadow chuckled twice: "I am an official in the new underworld."

"Specially responsible for the collection and redistribution of life."

So, it’s not that he doesn’t obey the orders of the New Underworld, but that he is one of the people issuing the orders?

"Collecting and redistributing the life span?"

Song Lan raised his eyebrows, feeling like he heard a new word.

But it’s not difficult to understand.

"Collect the life spans of those of us who entered the haunted house to challenge, and then... redistribute them?"

"So, the person who set up this haunted house challenge wanted to collect the life span of the challengers?"

Song Lan suddenly realized that the fate book in Cui Jue's hand did not show any person who died here.

Including Wang Da and others who died on the first day.

This means that in the underworld, these people are actually not dead.

Not being dead means that you are still alive.

Song Lan narrowed his eyes and looked at the black shadow in front of him that had almost shrunk to the size of a fist: "Nothing happened last night. Did you do it on purpose?"

"Yeah, yeah, we can't let everyone die in that house."

"My Lord said that if the house is too haunted, it might attract the attention of nearby ghost officials, which would be detrimental to our cause."

"So, except for the first few who are easy to die and whose ghost power is weak, for the rest, we just slowly take away their lifespan while they are sleeping. The whole process is painless!"

The ghost image is a salesman.

Song Lan sneered: "You mean, those people who lost their lives for nothing should thank you?"

The black shadow felt something was wrong and shrank even smaller.

"Who is behind the new underworld? The Zhang family?"

The shadow shook his head.

He doesn’t know either!

Song Lan added some firepower. Seeing that the man looked painful and didn't seem to be lying, he changed the question: "So who did you allocate the collected life span to in the end?"

The black shadow wailed and screamed in agony, squeezing out a few words with great difficulty: "Give it to those who come to the temple, please, please—"

boom!
Suddenly there was a loud bang, and Song Lan didn't even have the chance to stop it. The black shadow instantly exploded into powder and scattered all over the ground like flowers scattered by a fairy.

"what?"

Song Lan picked up a piece of the broken soul and murmured in a low voice: "It turned out to be——"

(End of this chapter)