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

Chu Boting opened his eyes and saw a dark gray cement wall.

Where is this place, why is he here, what day is it today?

His brain hurt as if it was about to burst. Did he lose his memory? Why couldn't he remember anything?

There was a rose-colored smoke in the back of his mind, preventing him from continuing to recall.

"Discipline!"

The voice shocked Chu Boting and looked up. That person was...

His pupils shrank, how could it be Ming Cheng?

Looking at his prison uniform and haggard face, it is not difficult to imagine what he has gone through. Chu Mingcheng suddenly felt a sense of nostalgia in his heart, as if he had not seen his eldest son for a long time.

It's really strange that they will meet tomorrow, go to the company together, and have dinner together after returning home.

He admitted that he didn't care enough about his other children, but his eldest son meant something different to him and was the child he valued most.

Yes, in Chu Boting's heart, Chu Mingcheng was actually the first, and Chu Wanying couldn't even compare to him.

Chu Mingcheng was his first child, allowing him to experience the feeling of being a father for the first time, and he was also the heir he trained.

But now, he is actually in prison.

"I'm a little uncomfortable, I seem to have a fever." Chu Mingcheng touched his red face. The temperature was very high, at least 39 degrees.

The prison guard, whom he called his "discipline", was suspicious but took him to the infirmary.

Chu Boting found that others seemed to be unable to see him at all. Could it be that he was dead and now a ghost?

He was still thinking wildly, and he always felt that someone had said to him sarcastically, "Tomorrow is a good day, your eldest son will be sentenced to death. He still doesn't know that he killed his sister with his own hands." "

She smiled wildly, even with tears in her eyes, "Chu Boting, you don't know that I am not your good daughter. No, no, no, in fact, neither is Chu Wanying."

"If I remember correctly, you have type O blood, right?" The girl took out a blood type test and waved it in front of his eyes.

It clearly says: Chu Wanying’s blood type is AB.

Anyone who has attended high school knows that as long as one parent has type O blood, it is absolutely impossible for the child to be type AB.

In other words, Yingying is not his daughter and he was cuckolded by that woman?

It's so ridiculous that he, Chu Boting, has raised someone else's daughter for eighteen years, and he regards her as the apple of his eye and loves her more than his own daughter!

No, where did these memories come from?

Chu Boting temporarily suppressed his anger and continued to follow Chu Mingcheng to the infirmary.

The next second, he saw Chu Mingcheng pick up the thermometer. Instead of measuring the temperature, he directly bit the front of the thermometer. The highly toxic mercury quickly caused damage to various organs...

Chu Boting panicked. He couldn't even scream. Ming Cheng was dead, he was really dead!

She didn't lie to herself!

He felt warm liquid welling up in his lower eyelids, and then the whole world fell into darkness again.

"A heartless and unjust person like you would actually shed tears for your own child..." Chu Mingxuan looked at Chu Boting thoughtfully.

He has tried countless times, but Chu Boting has not shown any affection to his parents, younger brother and wife.

According to the original plan, the variable in the next experiment was Chu Wanying, but he accidentally brought Chu Mingcheng's photo.

Chu Mingxuan did not expect that Chu Boting's psychological defense would be defeated easily.

This was not in line with his understanding of Chu Boting. Could it be that he underestimated the importance of the child in Chu Boting's heart?

Not to mention Chu Mingxiu, Chu Yao was also surprised by this result.

However, rather than how to make Chu Boting suffer, she was more curious about the spray Chu Mingxiu used.

Chu Mingcheng committed suicide in prison. Except for the doctors and prison guards present, no one knew the details of his death.

But when Chu Mingxuan sprayed the red medicine in the spray on Chu Boting's face, he seemed to have traveled through time and experienced the entire process of Chu Mingcheng's suicide.

Interesting, it seems a bit similar to her Heavenly Eye, Chu Yao thought.

……

Secret Service.

"You're here." Ling Feng temporarily closed the laptop, "I thought you came over two days ago. Tell me, what do you want to see me for?"

Chu Yao said straight to the point: "You went to the cemetery on Qingming Festival."

"Did you see me? Why didn't I notice you?" Ling Feng was a little surprised.

Qingming Festival is a festival specially set up for sweeping tombs and worshiping ancestors. It's not surprising that Chu Yao appears there, but he shouldn't feel it at all.

You know, you can’t be a Feng Shui master if your senses are not sensitive enough.

"That's not important. The woman next to you is not human, right?" Chu Yao asked.

"So you came here for her." Ling Feng's tense face suddenly relaxed a lot, "You don't have to worry, she is a spirit in the mountains and will not harm anyone."

He met her while exploring the mirage phenomenon in a certain place. At that time, everyone saw her in a different way.

Ling Feng glanced at her, and she suddenly stopped changing her form and transformed into a woman in her fifties.

Her way of cultivation is very strange, and she must fulfill the wishes of others, so she often transforms into a human lover, parent, and child.

Even without talking to humans, she could sense what they needed.

However, Ling Feng had no lover or children, and the master played the role of father again, so she transformed into the image of a mother.

"Please let me take care of you for a while. When the time comes, I will leave." She said.

"I'm not worried about you being harmed. If you can't tell the difference between humans and spirits, you'd better stop being the director." Chu Yao said mercilessly, "Someone saw the spirit next to you. Her image is the same as his. The old acquaintance is exactly the same, so he entrusted me to investigate."

Because Ling Feng's adoptive father had left a last word that he was not allowed to see his family before he was twenty-five years old, Chu Yao hid some important information.

"What did you say?" Ling Feng was stunned for a moment.

That person knows the image transformed by the spirit, so he probably knows his true identity?

Moreover, what Chu Yao said was "deceased". Did it turn out that his biological mother had passed away?

"If you want to see my client, I can introduce him to you. But I suggest you follow your adoptive father's last words." Chu Yao said calmly.

Ling Feng didn't answer her immediately. He was hesitating, or struggling.

He had imagined meeting his family countless times, especially when he was young.

He imagined that one day, he could stand in front of them, and his parents would hold him in their arms with tears of joy and tell him that he was abducted by human traffickers and that they had been looking for him for many years.

Or, he can ask them openly and honestly, why should they abandon themselves?

He is living a good life now, sitting in a position that ordinary people cannot imagine. He can even use his own abilities to punish those who abandoned him.

But Ling Feng never thought that the first time he heard news about his family was the news of his death.