Reborn as a True Heiress and Becomes a Boss

Chapter 73 Various Evil Deeds
Fan Ruichen pondered for a moment, then picked up Yang Nianqing and said to Wang He, "Wang He, please ask Qin Lan to drive the car."

“Okay,” Wang He replied.

Yang Nianqing felt extremely sleepy while sitting in the car with Fan Ruichen and quickly fell asleep. However, strangely, she was not completely asleep. Her body was asleep, but her consciousness was still very clear. She felt Fan Ruichen carry her out of the car and put her on the bed. After lying on the bed for a long time, her consciousness gradually became blurred.

When Yang Nianqing regained consciousness, she opened her eyes to find herself surrounded by darkness. Suddenly, a bright light descended from the sky, and two people appeared in front of her. As her eyes adjusted to the bright light, Yang Nianqing recognized the two figures and was startled. They were none other than the Black and White Impermanence, whom she hadn't seen in a long time. "Could it be that my lifespan has come to an end?"

Bai Wuchang smiled and said, "Little girl from the Gu family, we meet again."

Black Impermanence, hands on his hips, laughed loudly: "Little girl, you're not very old, but your cultivation is quite high. It won't be easy to pull you into the dream."

Hearing this, Yang Nianqing breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that he had only been pulled into a dream, not that his lifespan had come to an end. "I wonder what Seventh Master and Eighth Master want to talk to me in this dream?"

"Here's the thing." Bai Wuchang conjured up a table and chairs for Yang Nianqing to sit down and talk. He then conjured up a tea set, poured Yang Nianqing a cup of tea, and continued, "I've asked you here because I need your help with something."

Yang Nianqing took the tea. Bai Wuchang was quite particular; could one taste the flavor in a dream? Yang Nianqing took a sip, stuck out her tongue, and found it tasteless. Moreover, her tongue felt numb after drinking it.

Upon hearing this, Yang Nianqing asked, "What is it?"

Bai Wuchang took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, and said leisurely, "According to the current laws of the world, we underworld beings are not allowed to freely enter or leave the human world unless we have a mission or work to do. Therefore, we are here in the human world to make it convenient for people to be guided into the underworld for reincarnation after death. We also have temporary ghost messengers in the human world, and the benefits are not bad. Would you like to work as one?"

Is that all? Yang Nianqing shook her head, puzzled and embarrassed. "Let's forget it, Seventh Master. I don't have that much time. I'm sorry." Since she was a ghost messenger, her working hours were definitely unpredictable. After all, people could die at any time, and even if the benefits were good, she didn't want to do it.

Black Impermanence gulped down his tea, slammed the cup down, and said in a loud, boisterous voice, "You rascal! You speak so slowly, it's driving me crazy!"

He then looked at Yang Nianqing and said loudly, "It's like this, little girl. We have a blacklist in the Underworld. He is an underworld fugitive. He is a cultivator with high cultivation level. He has committed all kinds of evil deeds. He even used people's souls to cultivate, causing heavenly wrath and human resentment. All the souls he used for cultivation were annihilated. Although the people were gone, their resentment did not. That resentment drifted and drifted to the Underworld. That resentment carried the hatred of those souls and gathered together in the Underworld, turning into thousands of words of accusation against that cultivator. We are extremely annoyed by it. We have also recorded his various crimes in that person's Book of Karma."

Black Impermanence took a deep breath, clearly angered: "We were just waiting for that person's lifespan to end so we could take his soul to hell for punishment. Who knew that bastard would actually cultivate the path to immortality? If that person were a virtuous soul with countless merits, that would be one thing, as such people usually live long lives, and good deeds would extend their lifespan. But that cultivator is not like that. What difference is there between what that bastard did and the evil ghosts of the eighteen levels of hell?"

"His lifespan was only 35 years. When his lifespan ended, my underworld messengers went to capture his soul. Who knew he was so powerful, and he possessed a spirit weapon that could restrain my underworld messengers—the Soul-Striking Whip. I don't know where he found the technique, but he managed to capture all my underworld messengers and devour their souls, which became part of his lifespan. It was because we were too careless that we didn't realize how evil the technique he practiced was, causing our colleagues to suffer this calamity for nothing."

Black Impermanence sighed heavily, his tone filled with regret.

This is the first update since the book was released. I've discovered that I can't write about military officers anymore. The system automatically corrected all the content I posted before. I might need to make a small adjustment to the settings, but it shouldn't affect reading. Thank you all for your continued support. Love you all, sending you lots of love! (*╰╯`)

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