Genshin Impact: The traitor doesn't even let his senior sister go

Genshin Impact: The traitor doesn't even let his senior sister go

Author: I love smelling athlete's foot

Summary:

＋＋＋Song Yinjian, known as the "sender of the underworld", accidentally traveled to the continent of Teyvat just when he was about to expand his funeral business.

In this fantasy world, he resumed his old business and started a one-stop funeral service. With the help of the system, he monopolized the funeral industry worldwide...

Multiple female protagonists: Xianyun, Shenhe, Ganyu, Keqing, Rosaline...

Chapter 1: It’s Great to Be a Widow

In the morning, the sun shines on the bustling streets of Liyue Harbor, sparkling like broken gold.

The streets were already bustling with people.

Suddenly, a lively girl in brown and black Chinese clothes dragged a calm young man and ran all the way, causing a little panic.

"Zhongli Keqing, can't you be faster?" The girl's voice was clear and pleasant, but with a hint of urgency.

Zhongli, however, remained unhurried, "Master Hu Tao, there's no need to be so anxious. Mr. Zhang has already made arrangements with you regarding his future affairs."

However, his words did not slow down Kurumi's pace, but instead seemed to make her pace even faster.

"It's no use making a deal. That bitch Song doesn't care about that," Hu Tao said angrily. "If he gets there first, he'll definitely use his disgusting sweet talk to snatch the deal away."

Upon hearing this, Zhongli silently quickened his pace.

After all, his bills were almost making the Wangsheng Hall unable to make ends meet, and he didn't want the Wangsheng Hall to go bankrupt.

After about a quarter of an hour's galloping, they finally arrived at their destination - a magnificent and majestic mansion.

In front of the gate of the house, a donkey cart was parked there quietly, loaded with all kinds of funeral supplies, with a wide variety and everything you need.

Beside the donkey cart stood a slim and cool woman.

She was wearing a black bodysuit, the material of which fit tightly to her body, showing off her graceful figure to the fullest.

The white short shirt on her upper body was held up by her towering breasts, outlining her charming curves, and the hanging red rope fluttered gently in the breeze.

Her slender and soft waist is as graceful as a willow branch, appearing exquisite and well-proportioned.

Looking down, she saw a pair of long, straight thighs without a trace of excess fat, as perfect as ancient Greek sculptures. When Ai Liyue Shenhe Hutao saw this scene, the rage in her heart rose like ignited firewood.

Without saying a word, she walked quickly to the woman, trying hard to suppress her inner anger and make her tone appear calm: "Sister Shen He, has that bitch Song gone in?"

Shen He frowned slightly and said indifferently, "My junior brother's name is Song Yinjian, not 'Bitch Song'. He has been in there for a long time."

Her voice was like the water in a cold pond, icy and without a trace of emotion.

When Hu Tao heard this, she immediately felt that something was wrong. She no longer cared about anything else and immediately turned around and walked into the house.

But before he could even reach the gate, he was stopped by a tall and burly guard. He said coldly, "No one is allowed to enter without Madam's permission!"

Hu Tao raised his chin and said confidently, "I am Hu Tao, the 77th generation head of the Wangsheng Hall! I have already reached an agreement with Mr. Zhang that all matters concerning his death will be handled by Wangsheng Hall."

The guard simply shook his head and said indifferently, "Madam has decided to hand over the master's funeral arrangements to Mr. Song from the Xian Family Etiquette Department. You'd better leave quickly and stop lingering here."

"But..." Hu Tao wanted to continue arguing, but before she could finish her words, the guard impatiently started to drive her away. He raised his voice and said, "My family is handling the funeral. This is a solemn and dignified matter. Are you going to cause trouble here and disturb the peace of the deceased?"

When Hu Tao heard this, she felt like a deflated ball.

When it comes to funerals, the deceased is the most important. Even if you are right, how can you disturb the peace of the deceased at this time?

She bit her lip, feeling helpless and unwilling.

At this moment, a young man slowly walked out of the house.

He was dressed in a dark green Taoist robe, had a handsome appearance, and his every move carried the ethereal aura unique to disciples of the immortal family.

However, in Walnut's eyes at this moment, he was just a complete bitch.

She was so angry that her face flushed red, her cheeks puffed out like an angry kitten. She pointed at the man and accused him, "Bitch Song, you are so shameless! Mr. Zhang and I have already reached an agreement that his funeral will be handled by the Wangsheng Hall, and yet you are interfering here!"

Facing the girl's accusations, Song Yinjian's expression remained calm, a faint smile still lingering on his lips. He asked calmly, "Since you kept saying you had an agreement with Mr. Zhang, why did you wait until the day after he died to come?"

Upon hearing this, Hu Tao's eyes flashed with doubt, and she muttered to herself, "That's not right. From what I've observed, he should have left today! Could it be... could it be that I miscalculated?"

The girl covered her head in frustration, her expression full of regret.

However, she did not notice that Song Yinjian's expression changed slightly after hearing her words, but he quickly returned to normal as if nothing had happened.

He calmly walked around Hu Tao and went straight to Shen He. He bowed slightly and said politely, "Senior Sister, I'm going to trouble you again this time."

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Shen He still had no expression on his face. He just nodded slightly without saying another word.

Song Yinjian didn't care. His senior sister was just such a cold person.

Then, the two of them walked into the house together.

Walking into the house, in the spacious and bright main hall, a corpse was quietly placed in the center, covered with a layer of clean white cloth.

A young woman in white mourning clothes was kneeling on the ground and crying softly.

The white mourning clothes she wore made her figure look graceful and pitiful.

Chapter 2 That White

Pan Huilian was truly a stunning beauty. She just stood there quietly, her eyes filled with spring water, causing ripples in Song Yinjian's heart.

Song Yinjian quickly gathered himself and asked, "Mrs. Pan, I wonder how you plan to handle Mr. Zhang's funeral?"

A trace of sadness instantly crossed Mrs. Pan's face. She choked up a little, her voice trembling slightly as she replied, "I have no other wishes now. I only hope that my husband can be buried as soon as possible, so that his soul can rest in peace soon."

Song Yinjian said confidently, "Please rest assured. My family specializes in providing one-stop funeral services. It's fast and quality, and I guarantee that Mr. Zhang will be able to pass away peacefully."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Pan's eyes flashed with surprise. She stepped forward and tightly grasped Song Yinjian's hands with her jade-like hands. "Boss Song, thank you so much."

As she spoke, she blinked her seductive eyes slightly and gave him a suggestive look.

However, to her surprise, Song Yinjian calmly withdrew his hand, his face businesslike, "Madam Pan, let's discuss the fees first. My senior sister and I are both disciples of the Immortal Clan. All the money we earn goes towards supporting the Immortal Clan, so the fees may be a bit high. I hope you can understand."

Upon hearing this, Pan Huilian's eyes flashed with a subtle scorn. "Boss Song, as long as the master can be buried as soon as possible, I'm willing to pay any amount of Mora."

Song Yinjian said, "Five million Mora, and a deposit of two million Mora is required in advance."

As soon as he finished speaking, the handsome butler Zhang Feng standing nearby couldn't help but shout, "Five million Moras? Why don't you just go and rob them? The Wangsheng Hall only charges one million Moras to handle this kind of thing."

Song Yinjian simply replied, "Wangsheng Hall is indeed an excellent choice in the industry. The hall master, Hu Tao, is even more powerful. She will personally send the souls of the deceased to the underworld."

When Pan Huilian heard this, her eyebrows immediately raised and she angrily scolded the housekeeper Zhang Feng, "Zhang Feng, shut up! I'm discussing important matters with Boss Song. You don't have the right to talk nonsense here!"

Zhang Feng didn't dare to say anything more, but just glared at Song Yinjian fiercely.

After scolding Zhang Feng, Pan Huilian instantly regained her previous delicate demeanor and said softly to Song Yinjian, "Boss Song, my husband always respects the immortals. If he knew that his affairs after death were being carefully handled by the immortal disciples, he would definitely be very happy. Money is naturally not a factor."

She paused for a moment, then instructed Zhang Feng, "Go to the warehouse and get two million Mora. Move quickly, so as not to delay Boss Song's arrangements for the master's funeral."

Zhang Feng was naturally reluctant, but he had no choice but to turn around and go get Mora as instructed.

At this time, Song Yinjian slightly turned sideways and said softly to Shen He, who had been standing silently beside him, "Senior Sister, I'm going to trouble you next."

Upon hearing this, Shen He nodded slightly and then walked to Mr. Zhang's body.

She stretched out her slender hand, as white as jade, and waved it gently. In an instant, the ice elements in the surrounding air seemed to be summoned by something and quickly gathered towards her palm.

The ice elements quickly intertwined and merged, and soon formed a crystal clear ice coffin that was as transparent as crystal, wrapping Zhang Yuanwai's body tightly inside. The ice coffin exuded a hint of coldness, but also revealed a different kind of solemnity and dignity.

Seeing this miraculous scene, Pan Huilian couldn't help but exclaim in admiration from the bottom of her heart: "He is indeed a disciple of the immortal family, his methods are extraordinary!"

Soon, Zhang Feng came over carrying a heavy bag full of Mora.

With a cold face, he handed the bag to Song Yinjian reluctantly.

Song Yinjian took the bag and handed it to Shen He, while whispering a few words into her ear.

As he spoke, a warm breeze gently brushed past Shen He's ears, like a soft feather gently touching her, making her feel a little itchy, and a barely perceptible blush appeared on her fair cheeks.

After Song Yinjian finished speaking, Shen He picked up the bag full of Mora and left the main hall with light steps.

Afterwards, Song Yinjian did not proceed with the next funeral arrangements as Pan Huilian expected. Instead, he sat calmly on a chair, closed his eyes, and began to rest.

After a long while, Pan Huilian saw that he hadn't made any move. Finally, unable to suppress her anxiety, she walked up to him and urged him softly, "Boss Song, please let my husband rest in peace as soon as possible!"

Song Yinjian opened his eyes, waved his hand, and said leisurely, "Don't worry, Madam Pan. Mr. Zhang has been placed in this ice coffin. Even if it stays there for ten days or half a month, the body won't rot at all."

Upon hearing this, Pan Huilian became anxious, her voice unconsciously rising a few notches. "My husband had specific instructions before he died. He simply wanted to be buried as soon as possible, and any other complicated ceremonies could be minimized. Boss Song, you'd better get started as soon as possible!"

Song Yinjian still shook his head slightly, his eyes full of meaning. "If Mr. Zhang had just passed away today, everything would naturally be done according to your wishes, Madam. But he passed away yesterday."

Pan Huilian's expression suddenly changed. Her originally beautiful face turned pale in an instant, and a trace of panic flashed in her eyes. "Boss Song, you... what do you mean by this?"

She tried to feign calmness, but her flickering eyes betrayed her inner panic.

Song Yinjian looked at the beautiful widow in front of him, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, and he sighed softly, "You are such a beautiful woman, but you are a thief!"

Although his words were light, they hit Pan Huilian's heart like a heavy hammer, causing her body to tremble slightly.

"Boss Song, as long as you can help me, I will do whatever you want."

Her voice was soft and gentle, full of infinite temptation, like a layer of charming perfume sprinkled in the air, trying to confuse Song Yinjian's mind.

Song Yinjian admired it carefully for a while and soon came to a conclusion: Pan Huilian's beautiful scenery was still far behind that of his two senior sisters and master.

He shook his head with a hint of regret and said calmly, "Mrs. Pan, I can't afford such a good fortune."

Pan Huilian cried pitifully, "My dear, why do you have to do such a heartless thing? Don't you have any pity for me?"

While crying, she secretly glanced at Zhang Feng behind Song Yinjian.

After receiving this look, Zhang Feng showed a sinister smile, quietly reached for his waist, and pulled out an extremely sharp dagger.

Chapter 3: Master Carver, I can pay more

Zhang Feng had a ferocious look on his face, holding the gleaming dagger tightly in his hand, and stabbed it towards Song Yinjian's neck.

However, just when the dagger was only a millimeter away from Song Yinjian's neck, Song Yinjian suddenly turned his body as if he had eyes on his back, and then he stretched out his right hand like lightning.

The hand was like an iron clamp, firmly clamping the dagger that was emitting a cold light of death.

Seeing this, Zhang Feng's face suddenly changed, veins popped out on his forehead, and he used all his strength to stab Song Yinjian several times in succession.

But the dagger seemed to be cast in Song Yinjian's hand, and did not move at all.

Zhang Feng knew that something was wrong and no longer cared about anything else. He hurriedly let go of the dagger in his hand.

Then he turned and ran out of the hall in a panic.

Pan Huilian, who was standing by, saw this and raised her eyebrows, her eyes widened, and she cursed, "You ballless bastard!"

Zhang Feng had barely escaped the hall, barely catching his breath when he was stopped by Shen He and a strikingly beautiful girl with purple hair and black stockings. Zhang Feng's legs gave way instantly, and with a thud, he fell to his knees before the girl. "Lady Keqing, I... I don't know anything. This is none of my business, none of my business..."

Keqing frowned slightly and said in a stern tone, "The crimes you have committed will be judged fairly by the Criminal Justice Department."

Zhang Feng felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar when he heard this, and his whole body collapsed to the ground.

Keqing was too lazy to deal with this kind of trash and walked straight into the main hall.

As soon as I stepped into the main hall, I saw Song Yinjian sitting leisurely on a chair, while on the other side, Pan Huilian was kneeling on the ground, covering her face with her hands, crying bitterly.

Keqing quickly walked up to him and said bluntly, "Song Yinjian, if something like this happens again, don't come to me. Do you know how busy I am? Besides, cases like this are not my responsibility."

Song Yinjian disagreed. He replied confidently, "If I don't go to you, do you think I should go to the Criminal Law Department? What can they do? They're completely useless, except for wasting my time."

When Keqing thought about the Criminal Law Department's daily procrastination, inefficiency and perfunctory behavior, she didn't know what to say.

She cut to the chase and asked, "You said Mr. Zhang was murdered. Do you have any solid evidence?"

Song Yinjian slowly explained, "The head of the Wangsheng Hall, Hu Tao, can see the exact date of death for many people. She was certain that Mr. Zhang would die today, but in fact, he died yesterday."

Keqing pressed, "Is that all? Are you so certain that Mr. Zhang was murdered? That's a bit far-fetched."

Song Yinjian continued, "Of course, there's more to it than that. Madam Pan has been urging me to bury Mr. Zhang as soon as possible. If you're worried about the body rotting, that's understandable, but I've already put Mr. Zhang in an ice coffin."

At this moment, Pan Huilian, who was kneeling on the ground, cried even more bitterly. She choked up and said, "This... These are my husband's last words before he died... Woo woo woo, I was just following his wishes, but I didn't expect that I would be subjected to such unwarranted slander!"

Her voice was so sad and mournful that one couldn't help but feel sympathy for her.

However, Keqing was not affected by her emotions. Her eyes remained calm and steady as she continued to ask Song Yinjian, "Is there any other evidence?"