Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

Thinking of the past, Chu Yao couldn't help but feel nostalgic.

The master passed away peacefully while traveling with her. Fortunately, in the following years, she made several close friends and never experienced the feeling of loneliness.

The emperor of the Qi Dynasty was also one of them. He was informal in private and did not put on airs with his friends at all.

It can even be said that when people met him traveling in casual clothes on weekdays, others would only think that he was a playboy, and would never think that he was the emperor who acted sternly and spoke stern words.

Chu Yao remembered that before he died, he cried the most exaggeratedly.

It's not that other friends were not sad, but they still abided by the etiquette to some extent and cried silently. He cried so loudly that it was shocking, even worse than the day the Emperor died.

Chu Yao originally didn't believe that Meng Jiangnu could tear down the Great Wall, but later he believed it.

He talked nonsense, telling Chu Yao that she must choose him when she was reincarnated, and that it would be best to be his daughter in the next life. He immediately named her the eldest princess, and provided her with food and clothing according to his specifications.

Chu Yao thought to himself, it's a good thing that he changed the world, otherwise he would be a generation lower for no reason, how aggrieved it would be.

"I'm leaving. You can burn the remaining paintings to prevent unnecessary complications." Chu Yao warned.

While he wasn't paying attention, Chu Yao quietly attached his spiritual power to the painting again.

The paper seemed to light up, and Chu Mingyou opened his eyes wide. Although it was still only black and white, the whole painting gave people a completely different feeling.

If it was vivid and lively before with thick ink and heavy colors, now it has a little more ancient and profound meaning, as if it can taste the painter's longing.

The two of them hunched over and climbed out of the passage, and Chu Mingyou put the screws back in one by one.

He was a little scared. What was such a big basement used for before?

He was afraid that if someone else threw several corpses in, he wouldn't even know about it, so he had better find another place to live as soon as possible.

And a thought suddenly flashed through Chu Yao's mind. There was no secret room in the Chu family villa, but it was on several floors above ground. What if the villa had a basement?

……

A few days later.

In the dance rehearsal room of Teito University, the girls were rehearsing a dance drama they would soon be performing. As freshmen, this was their first formal performance, and they all took it seriously.

So, even though it was time to eat, almost everyone was practicing their moves.

"Alas..." Song Lanruo felt that all the bones in her body were about to fall apart. However, she didn't dare not roll it up when others were doing it!

Moreover, the old witch named Lin knew how to target her, as if she had some blood feud with her.

If other students didn't learn the moves the first time, she wouldn't say anything. If she was a little slower, she would have to be punished.

Even when she was weighed every morning, she would be treated differently. Even if she only gained a few pounds, she would be ridiculed.

"Chu Wanying, someone is looking for you."

Song Lanruo was stunned for a moment before running out.

She is still a little unfamiliar with this name, and sometimes she forgets to answer when the teacher calls her name in class.

Several times, she was almost taken as a substitute by the teacher. In the end, Song Lanruo had to take out her campus card to prove her identity.

"Why are you here?" After seeing Chu Yao, she asked in confusion, "Is there any good news?"

"Unfortunately, there is no good news. I came here to help you." Chu Yao broke her fantasy and handed her a cup of milk tea, "Would you like to drink it?"

"If I drink, I will get fat again, and if I get fat, I will get scolded again..." Song Lanruo was extremely depressed, "Forget it, drink! I have wine today and I will get drunk today! Please go out for a breather, it's so suffocating here."

Chu Yao's purpose of coming to her was very simple. In recent days, Chu Yao had searched through the first floor of the villa but could not find the entrance to the basement.

Finally, she used all the hole-finding methods to figure out the general location of the basement.

The problem is that the entrance is in the only room in the villa that does not have a key. That is Chu Wanying's dance practice room, which uses a fingerprint lock.

"I'm going back today. I don't want to go to evening classes." Song Lanruo took a big sip of milk tea and felt that her soul was sublimated.

The evening class she said was similar to evening self-study, that is, you practice your movements in the dance studio. If something happens, just tell the assistant teacher.

Although she and Teacher Lin are incompatible, she unexpectedly has a good relationship with the teaching assistant.

It might also be because she saw the shadow of her sister in the teaching assistant, who was gentle but a little stubborn.

The milk tea was almost finished, and Song Lanruo was a little reluctant to part with it. She cursed the old witch ten thousand times in her heart.

When she was at her most depressed, she never wanted to drink milk tea so much!

Chu Yao asked with a smile: "Are you so strict with your body shape? You are already very thin. There is no need to lose weight. If you are too thin, you will get sick."

"You don't understand, our teacher is obsessed with weight. I heard that she even had two ribs removed." Song Lanruo explained.

Chu Yao frowned. As an ancient person who traveled through time and was a Feng Shui master who paid attention to health preservation, she could not understand the behavior of hurting her body.

Tattoos, earrings and the like are fine, but if the pursuit of "beauty" damages the fundamentals of the body, she disagrees.

"Let's do this. I'll write you a spell. You can recite it silently after meals every day to help with digestion." Chu Yao suggested.

Song Lanruo was very confused, "You Feng Shui masters still learn this?"

"Of course, whether it's eating, dressing, or combing hair and washing, there are corresponding spells." Chu Yao smiled slightly, "It's just that I am lazy by nature and don't want to have to recite a few words every day for everything I do."

"Thank you for your hard work." Song Lanruo said gratefully.

Chu Yao lowered his eyes and thought about it carefully, Song Lanruo had changed a lot.

This is a good thing. After her revenge was successful, she was no longer paranoid and cruel, but slowly became like an ordinary sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl.

The two chatted for a while, and when it was almost time for evening classes, they walked back to the classroom together.

"Senior Sister Yuwei, I have something to do today. Can I take a leave?" Song Lanruo asked.

The person she called Senior Sister Yuwei was a girl in her mid-twenties. Rather than describing her body shape as delicate, it would be more accurate to say frail.

Her thin cheeks were somewhat sickly, her brows were filled with lingering melancholy, and her eyes were watery and misty with sadness.

"Okay." Her voice was very soft, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Facing her, Song Lanruo was embarrassed to lie, "Uh...no, I'm just a little tired and want to take a rest."

"Then go back and have a good sleep." Senior Sister Yuwei said with a smile.

As if there was a connection between them, while Chu Yao looked at her, she also raised her head and glanced at Chu Yao.

But when he raised his head, Chu Yao saw incredible information - the Ji family's bloodline and shady identity...

And, a harbinger of death.