So What If They Stole My Fortune? I've Got Connections in the Underworld

Pei Song had been dogged by bad luck since childhood. With no parents, she grew up in an orphanage. She would fall and end up covered in bruises, flowerpots would inexplicably drop from the sky, and being late for school or getting diarrhea during exams was par for the course. In her first eighteen years, she was involved in more than a hundred accidents, big and small. Her master, Qing Xuanzi, nevertheless swore that her luck would turn after she turned eighteen. As it turned out, her luck barely improved. Instead, she gained the ability to see ghosts. At twenty-one, the God of Misfortune finally gave her a rare break. She passed the civil service exam for a job at a funeral home, and just when she was worrying about rent, her biological parents found her. It turned out she was a rich heiress! Her master really hadn’t lied. Her luck was finally about to turn! But her wealthy biological family was blind to the truth, favoring the fake heiress instead. And the beloved fake heiress was a “lucky charm,” to boot. While coldly watching her wealthy relatives and the fake heiress perform their loving-family act, Pei Song firmly rejected their moral blackmail and manipulation. Meanwhile, she made a thriving career out of funeral work and side jobs, even earning a name for herself in the underworld and becoming an “official agent in the human world” specially appointed by the Netherworld. The Su City police had been solving case after case lately, all thanks to a “secret weapon.” Comrade Pei from the funeral home had not only mastered the uncanny art of reconstructing faces, but could also read fragments of a victim’s life from their remains or a crime scene, helping identify the suspect. No matter how difficult a case was, once Consultant Pei got involved, she solved it in no time. From then on, a legend spread through the police force. As long as Consultant Pei took one look, no case, no matter how old, and no criminal, no matter how intelligent, could escape her notice. As Pei Song helped the police solve more and more cases, her merit grew, and her luck improved. Meanwhile, the fake heiress’s “lucky charm” fortune grew weaker and weaker. Huh? Wait! Why did the fake heiress’s “lucky charm” aura feel so familiar? Well, would you look at that. Someone had been stealing another’s fortune and passing it off as their own!