In her previous life, Lu Erchun was a joke.
The esteemed eldest daughter of the Lu family, blind to the truth and foolishly trusting, she had personally welcomed a scumbag into her home and treated him like a good man. And what happened? He and his mistress conspired against her, stripping the Lu family of everything. She ended up losing her family and dying violently in the street.
No one even came to claim her body.
Reborn, Lu Erchun clawed her way back from hell.
Heaven must have felt a little guilty, because it casually handed her a golden finger.
The foolish, spoiled heiress she had been in her past life was dead and gone.
The woman standing here now was a vengeful ghost, come to claim lives.
The scumbag wanted to scheme for the Lu family's fortune? Sure. She'd smile as she sent him to the afterlife, where he could take his time settling accounts with the King of Hell.
The mistress wanted to steal her home and take her place? Fine. She'd make sure she got everything she deserved, bundle and all, and kick her right back into the chicken coop.
In public, she was the Lu family's elegant, cold beauty, sharp and formidable, earning everyone's respect.
Behind closed doors, she was the living King of Hell, a name that made everyone in the underworld tremble. Cruel and ruthless, she was someone you didn't dare cross unless you wanted to die.
Lu Erchun lived by one rule: repay every debt owed to her a hundredfold.
She was tearing through her enemies with ease, ready to settle every old score one by one
when she ran into a formidable adversary.
The young marshal, who commanded a vast army and was cunning to the core, calmly stepped into her path. A smile played on his lips, but his gaze burned dangerously hot.
“Miss Lu, take your time settling the accounts. There's no rush. First, why don't we talk about when you'll repay the debt of affection you owe me?”
Lu Erchun sneered. “I'm not interested in love in this life. I only deal in life and death.”
The young marshal stepped closer instead of backing down, leaning toward her with a low, dangerous voice.
“Lucky for you, I love stealing people from the King of Hell.”
