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

Chapter 292 Where's the work? Where's my work?!
"Young Miss, we've found out!"

After gathering information, Xue Wan's maidservant quickly returned to report.

"It's Miss Song and Madam Su... Ah!"

The maid had barely finished speaking when Xue Wan slapped her across the face. Caught off guard, she screamed in surprise, then her face filled with panic, and her legs went weak as she knelt on the ground.

"Please spare me, young lady! I know I was wrong, please spare me, young lady!"

Xue Wan snorted coldly, looking at the maid as if she were a dead person.

"What, Miss Song?"

Her face darkened: "Is there a young lady from the Song family in the capital?"

"She's just a country bumpkin from Jiangzhou, does she deserve such a noble title as 'Young Miss'?"

Knowing her taboo, the maid quickly begged for forgiveness and tried to cover it up: "No! There is no Miss Song in the capital, only Miss Xue!"

"Yes, it's Miss Xie from the Xie family. I misspoke just now. I won't dare to do it again!"

The maid trembled as she kowtowed and begged for mercy, obediently changing her address to Xue Wan's request.

I just hope there's still a chance, a tiny bit of a chance to survive.

Xue Wan was pleased with what she heard, chuckled, and gently patted the maid's face a few times. Her nails slid down the maid's cheek until they reached her neck. Suddenly, her face contorted with rage, and she grabbed the maid's neck, demanding sharply, "Since you know, why do you still call her Miss Song?"

"Are you doing this on purpose, trying to embarrass me?"

"Huh? Say something! Tell me, say something!"

The maid kicked and struggled, trying to say that she didn't do it, that she didn't mean it.

She wanted to beg Xue Wan to spare her, but she couldn't make a sound at all.

Before long, the maid's struggles gradually weakened.

When the maidservant stopped moving and lay limply like a dead fish, Xue Wan, filled with disgust, threw her to the ground.

A moment later, a grayish-white soul emerged from the maid's body.

Xue Wan, with practiced ease, took a black bottle, uncorked it, and muttered a few words to herself.

The maid's soul was instantly sucked into the black bottle. The ghost messenger, who was about to come and collect the soul, looked at the suddenly vanished quest and let out a strange "Eh."

"Where's my work?"

"Why did I lose my job?!"

The ghost messengers were terribly panicked.

Normally, he probably wouldn't be that sad or anxious.

But things are different now!
The underworld is rigorously reviewing the soul-collecting performance and accuracy of the ghost messengers.

Once a problem is discovered, having your wages docked is a minor issue; being demoted and forced into manual labor, or even being punished in the deepest hell, is the most devastating thing.

The ghost messenger immediately reported this unusual discovery without hesitation.

"...I remember it perfectly! There was a soul-reaping quest just now, and I was about to go, but then the quest just disappeared like that!"

"Lord Wuchang, please see the truth! It's not that I'm being negligent in my work, outwardly complying but inwardly disobeying, or secretly doing something wrong."

"I really don't know what happened!"

That thing was like a ghost; it vanished in a flash.

Bai Wuchang searched and searched based on the key information provided by the ghost messengers, but found nothing.

"Are you sure you haven't misremembered?" He looked at the ghost messenger before him, highly doubtful.

"Sure!"

The ghost messenger felt wronged: "I remember it perfectly well! There really was such a job..."

He then proceeded to explain to the person with exaggerated gestures.

It certainly doesn't seem like a lie.

Can--

According to the information provided by the ghost messenger, no biographical information about this person could be found.

In other words, this person doesn't exist in the underworld!