Detective Ghost Empress - Chapter 247 - 247 Going to see his majesty

In another world called Blue Star, the famous son of wealth, Dorian D. Tian, is thrown into a whirl of unfortunate circumstances, resulting in his death.

His parents had a brutal car accident that left them in a coma, and his uncle had quickly taken over the company, seized the company, making sure that he was financially crippled for good.

With that, the famous young master struggled desperately.

And in the end, he gave in to his despair and depression, leaving the sad, lonely world.

The end?

Heh... Think again!

Because in that brief moment, the lifeless corpse suddenly opened its eyes, revealing a deep calm look.

That's right. Another mysterious soul had entered the body.

But if one thought that this story was just about revenge, then sorry... that wasn't even the half of it!

....

The mysterious entity suddenly triggered an exorcist system.

And from then on, both humans and even those from the underworld shuddered in fear and despair at the mysterious soul's cruelty.

[Humans]: “Demon! Demon! You're definitely a demon!”

[Demons]: “Help! Help! The famous demon wants to eat me!”

[Evil Spirits]: “You!... Are you the one who is an evil spirit or us? Why the hell did it seem like you're the demonic one instead?”

[Ghouls]: “You stay away from me! Stay away from me now, you evil entity!”

[Hellhounds]: “Are you sure that you're not the son of hades?”

The system couldn't help looking at its host in doubt.

Its indicators said that its host was indeed mortal. But why did it feel like something was wrong with its host?

Dorian lightly chuckled in amusement.

He would also like to ask the same question.

What exactly was his identity?

Well, this would be the biggest mystery of all.

But Dorian wasn't in a hurry.

Who were his enemies, and who were his allies?

Soon, he would find the truth.

In the meantime, why not play a little?

“Demon! stay back!”

“Oooo~~~... I... I want to go back to the underworld where it's safe.”

“Run for your lives! The demon is here!”

…..

I didn’t know this was a world inside a game. And I didn’t know my master was a mid-boss. “No way… wasn’t she supposed to self-destruct because of her personality?!” …I’m sorry.

Jiang Xi, the warden of a mental asylum, transmigrated one day and became a girl from a farming village who had three engagements annulled and hanged herself three times.

Jiang Xi: That’s ridiculous!Jiang Xi was a psychic who could make predictions come true just by talking.

If she claimed that someone’s house would collapse, it would collapse the next day, even if it was structurally sound. In her previous life, her predictions were a little too real for her family.

They were spooked by her abilities and left her at that asylum.

She was unconcerned and adapted to life there like a duck to water. Though she managed to get promoted to warden after much difficulty, she suddenly transmigrated, and everything was suddenly the way it was before.

She studied her leaking house and sighed to herself.

Whatever. She would live life one day at a time, then.

When her mother clumsily ruined the family’s crops, Jiang Xi assured her: They would be fine tomorrow.Her mother wiped her tears and woke up the following day to check on the crops…

only to find that the ruined sprouts were budding! During the dry season, Jiang Xi’s father stared dolefully at the crops that looked like they were going to wither and die.

Jiang Xi simply pursed her lips and said: There will be a downpour soon.Jiang Xi’s father doubted her words.

But three days later, a downpour came, and he looked just like a happy child.Everyone in the village began to call Jiang Xi a lucky star, and the village head was willing to yield his position to her so that she would lead the village to riches. Bachelors proposed to her and came to her house with generous gifts even though they used to scorn her, but a tanned, muscular man with rough facial features stood in their way before they could reach the Jiangs’ house.

Zhao Xiping pointed at Jiang Xi and declared loudly: My wife! Mine!

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.