MTL - From Soldier to Officer: A Game Addict’s Journey - Chapter 174 Wu Jianfeng's rude reminder method (ask for order, ask for support

Lucien's last memory was skidding tires, blinding headlights, the sickening crunch of metal.But that wasn't the end.He lived his life and died an overworked and underpaid, but he rose as Lucian D’Aureville. Incumbent heir to House Aureville, one of the most powerful houses in the kingdom.However it wasn't as rosy as it seemed.His predecessor had been murdered by someone, and they wouldn't be happy to see Lucien alive.Follow along as Lucien navigates the complex and treacherous path of nobility and wealth as he rises to the top.

Song Yan lived a miserable life. She was born with a great fortune but her ‘ luck ‘ was ‘ snatched ‘ by her half sister . It was her fortune that she was fated to marry Fu Yusheng , the Ceo and owner of the Fu corporations . However , her half sister who was jealous of intercepted in her fate and snatched her ‘ good luck ‘ away , from then on Song Yan faced countless troubles , she met with accidents , lost her scripts and finally died after meeting a road accident .

But she was unwilling , unwilling because she loved Fu Yusheng and her son whom she left behind in the Fu family . Her soul that should have scattered and brought to Hell in front of King Yama , turned into a vicious ghost .

Only after becoming a ghost did she realise what kind of perfect deception her half sister has planned for her .

Luckily before her soul could become any more dark and become a malevolent spirit , she crosses path with a Celestial master who promises her a fresh start as long as she stays with him and learns the way of supernatural . So , Song Yan became the Celestial master’s disciple and continued to serve the Celestial master and his family as a Ghost .

After five hundred years of service , she is freed by her master and get a chance to rebirth .

She is reborn on the day she met with the car accident .

In this life she is endowed with supernatural power to see the celestial truths .

She vows to avenge herself and her son who met an unfortunate death because of her half sister .

But why is her apathetic husband who never cared about her , coming after her ?

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