The matriarch has returned; that spendthrift son is truly daring!

The underworld was shrouded in a gloomy, deathly, and desolate atmosphere, except for one place that seemed out of place.

That was Song Shuyue's residence. The villa was decorated with carved beams and painted pillars, with lush flowers and trees, and birds singing and flowers blooming, just like a fairyland on earth.

"Grandma Song Shuyue, Grandma Song Shuyue, something terrible has happened!"

As the shouts grew closer, the door was pushed open with a "bang," and a chubby boy wearing a red bib rolled in.

The boy blushed and, before he could catch his breath, reached out his chubby hand and laboriously shook the stunningly beautiful woman who was sleeping peacefully with her eyes closed on the rocking chair.

"Grandma Song Shuyue, Grandma Song Shuyue, don't sleep! Your hundred years of good deeds are gone, your good deeds are gone!"

Only after hearing that her merits had been lost did the woman slowly open her closed eyes.

Her voice was cold, and a hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes. "Little Bean, what did you say?"

"Grandma Song Shuyue, your descendants have used up all your merits. Your merits are now zero. Yama is calling you..."

Song Shuyue raised her eyes, her tone languid: "What did you call me?"

"I'm telling you to mortgage your house, and I'm telling you to be reincarnated."

A touch of red between Song Shuyue's brows, and her exquisite and beautiful eyes instantly filled with anger.

"Damn it, telling me to reincarnate? What is the King of Hell? Let me go and meet him. How could my hundred years of good deeds be wasted?"

After saying that, he was about to get up when the boy quickly stopped him.

"Grandma Song Shuyue, the King of Hell isn't home. He's gone to visit someone in Qishui. He wants you to hurry to the mortal world. When you reach your grave, you'll understand everything..."

Seeing his troubled expression, Song Shuyue suppressed her anger and said, "Then let's go take a look first."

With a wave of the hand, we arrived at the Song family's ancestral graves in an instant. Today happened to be the day for Qingming Festival, a day for ancestor worship.

The Song family cemetery is densely packed with the descendants of the Song family.

"Ancestors, your juniors are incompetent. We have to sell the ancestral home. Our children have lost a billion dollars in their business ventures."

"Ancestor, we're also going to auction off the last dragon-patterned vase."

"Ancestor, we really ran out of money, otherwise we wouldn't have sold fake medicine or stolen our competitors' confidential documents."

As Song Shuyue listened to their cacophony of thoughts, her previously indifferent expression instantly darkened, and a fierce rage ignited in her eyes.

The ancestral home was built by my mother herself, using the finest materials.

A vase with dragon patterns! That's something my mother got from the emperor himself.

My Song family has always been honest and upright people, and we would never dare to sell fake medicine or do anything like stealing.

No wonder your merits are gone; they were squandered by you spineless spendthrifts.

"The Book of Merit." Song Shuyue held out her hand, and Xiaodouzi immediately presented the Book of Merit.

Song Shuyue stared intently, her eyes widening in astonishment, and suddenly grabbed Xiaodouzi by the neck.

A chilling, menacing smile, radiating an aura of terror.

"Come, come, little bean, take a look. How much merit is on this? I'm old and my eyesight is failing, so I can't see it clearly."

Little Bean cautiously peeked out, then immediately shrank back, his voice barely audible as he said, "Grandma Song Shuyue, your merit is zero, and you still owe ten thousand merits."

Song Shuyue narrowed her eyes, her gaze gleaming with a dangerous light.

How much debt do you have?

Little Bean thought she hadn't seen it clearly, so he stretched out his chubby finger and pointed to the big red minus sign on the merit book.

Song Shuyue took a deep breath. Xiaodouzi sensed the imposing and angry aura of the person behind her and tried to shrink herself into a ball.

"Heh!" Song Shuyue sneered, her sinister gaze sweeping across the crowd.

Suddenly, dark clouds filled the sky, and a gust of wind howled, making it impossible for the Song family to open their eyes.

"I'm going to kill you all! You've destroyed my century-old empire! Damn it all! I've worked myself to the bone my whole life, and I'm still in debt even after I've been dead for hundreds of years! You bunch of useless trash, utter trash!"

Song Shuyue vented her frustrations.

The Song family was caught off guard by the sudden change in weather and rushed to their cars.

Didn't the weather forecast say that it would be cloudless today?

Although Song Shuyue wished she could open her blood-red maw and swallow all these juniors whole, after calming down, she still asked helplessly, "Is there any way?"

Song Shuyue wasn't stupid; she recognized the truth in a second.

The Song family was indeed corrupt, and she could not stand idly by; she had to save the Song family's century-old foundation.

"Grandma Song Shuyue, only if you are reincarnated and return to the Song family can..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Shuyue interrupted, "Bullshit! If we waited until I turned eighteen, the Song family would be gone by now. Enough nonsense, just tell me the fastest way."

Under Song Shuyue's intimidation, Xiaodouzi immediately backed down.

"Grandma Song Shuyue, this is the Song family's destiny trend book, which records everything you want to know."

Song Shuyue: "Mmm!"

Then Xiaodouzi pointed to a thin little girl in the corner with her head down.

“Grandma Song Shuyue, this little girl is also a member of your Song family. Her name is also Song Shuyue. She will have a heart attack in a moment. She is only eighteen years old.”

No sooner had she finished speaking than Song Shuyue angrily retorted, "Are you all so desperate to boost your sales figures that you're even willing to treat an eighteen-year-old girl like that!"

Little Bean took two steps back in fear and whispered, "Grandma Song Shuyue, this is fate, we can't change it."

Little Bean secretly muttered to himself, "In the past hundred years, thanks to your interference, only five members of the Song family have gone to hell."

Song Shuyue pondered for a moment and said, "I understand. Before I come back, you take good care of my house. I will come back after I have accumulated enough merit."

After saying that, he flew to the girl's side.

Little Bean looked at Song Shuyue with reluctance and muttered softly, "Grandma Song Shuyue, I wish you all the best."

Song Shuyue scanned the entire area, her face full of disgust.

One by one, their faces were dark and they looked listless. I, a noble and loyal member of the Song family, thought to myself.

Each of them, taken individually, is a prominent figure in history.

It's a real shame; each generation is worse than the last.

Only after the worshippers had left did Song Shuyue, who had been hiding in a corner, move her feet and come to a grave, where she knelt down with a thud.

"Grandpa, I miss you so much. Grandpa, only you like Yue'er."

As she spoke, she began to cough violently, her thin body convulsing and spasming, her small hands pressing against her chest.

His face was pale and bloodless, and he closed his eyes in pain.

His soul drifted out, looking around in a daze. In his panic, he noticed the noble and alluring woman in front of him.

Startled, she quickly stepped back before she could even speak.

A cold, aloof voice rang out from the other side.

"Go and reincarnate; I want to use your body."

"you are?"

"My name is Song Shuyue."

Upon hearing the name, the girl paused for a few seconds, then realized what was happening and was about to kneel down.

"Okay, let's go!"

Song Shuyue waved impatiently to send the girl away. A ray of light flashed between the girl's brows, and she disappeared. She would still be a member of the Song family in her next life.

Song Shuyue then entered the girl's body, slowly opened her eyes, and got up to pat the dust off her legs.

Just as he was about to leap away, he forgot he was human, stumbled forward two steps, and almost fell flat on his face.

Being a person is really troublesome.

"Song Shuyue, what are you dawdling for? Hurry up and get in the car."