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

The niche was empty, and Mu Yiting could only see a small, square box, which looked like the four wooden boards of a coffin.

She also had a bead curtain with pearl inheritance at her hand. Mu Yiting pulled it curiously, and the wooden board in front of her slowly rose.

She saw the person sitting opposite her. Yang Jinghan was wearing an antique cheongsam, her face was frighteningly white, and she was wearing very rich makeup.

"Mu Yiting, are you hungry? Come on, I've prepared something delicious for you."

The cousin was smiling, but Mu Yiting shuddered.

Yang Jinghan had been competing with her for so many years, and no matter how many tricks she played, it was all in private. She had never heard her cousin call her by a famous name.

Mu Yiting's brain felt as if it was rusty at this time. She only remembered that someone had told her not to tell others her real name when dreaming.

When someone calls her by her full name, she absolutely cannot respond.

Otherwise, her soul will be taken away by the lonely ghost.

Seeing Mu Yiting lowering her head and saying nothing, Yang Jinghan's face suddenly changed, and her eyes seemed to pop out.

"Mu Yiting, I've prepared fresh dates, peanut cakes, and longan porridge for you. Eat a little of each, okay?"

Date, raw, cinnamon?

If you have one more lotus seed, wouldn't it mean that you will be born early?

She doesn't have a boyfriend or is married, so there's no need to give birth to a baby early.

But even if the lotus seeds are missing, it doesn't mean that the baby will be born early. Maybe it's a coincidence?

Fresh red dates were placed on the table in front of the Buddhist altar, the peanut cake was freshly baked and still steaming, and the longan porridge was fragrant and sweet.

Mu Yiting was really hungry and accidentally caught a glimpse of her cousin's eyes again.

There was a cold light in her eyes, mixed with a bit of pride, and the twisted smile on her lips, which scared Mu Yiting so much that she dropped the spoon in her hand.

Looking again, the bright red things in front of me were not jujubes, but rather oval-shaped balls made of raw meat, each of which was oozing with blood;

The crust of the peanut cake is greasy, covered with purple mold, and dotted with tiny insect eggs;

The bowl of longan porridge was filled with insect corpses, and the spoon in Mu Yiting's hand turned into half a bone.

She stood up and wanted to run, but Yang Jinghan's hand suddenly stretched out from the other end, pressed her hard on the table, and roughly stuffed the food into her mouth.

"Eat! Eat quickly! Why don't you eat?!"

Wait, the two slender arms on her body are the hands of her cousin. Who is the person who opened her mouth?

As the food was poured into her belly, Mu Yiting's consciousness gradually blurred.

She only remembered that Yang Jinghan held her down and kowtowed three times in front of the Buddhist niche.

bang——

bang——

bang——

Mu Yiting's forehead hit the cold steps, and her blood dripped on the ground, but turned into a small flying insect.

The red color gradually covered her vision, and she felt no pain, while her cousin grabbed her head and tilted it back.

Under the illumination of the lotus lantern, the winged creatures flew towards the Buddhist niche together.

They all flap their wings at the same frequency, as if they are performing an extremely holy ceremony.

Not long after, my cousin brought down a white and tender baby.

"Tingting, look at her, how cute she is. Let's call her Yu Qingmei."

The cousin handed her the baby's swaddling clothes. There was only a black mass of flies inside, making a meaningless buzz.

"Tingting, why don't you hug her? Don't you like her?"

"Tingting, please speak."

"Tingting, Tingting? Tingting!"

As soon as Mu Yiting woke up, she saw her cousin's enlarged face, and she screamed in fright.

Yang Jinghan was not surprised and told her before leaving, "I'm going out later. The door downstairs is open. At three o'clock in the afternoon, please remember to help me burn three sticks of incense." "

There are a lot of things to pay attention to in a room that has been unoccupied for a long time like this. When you first move in, you have to knock three times on the door every time you enter to signal that the ghosts staying here should leave as soon as possible.

It is also very common to enshrine statues of gods and Buddhas at home.

Mu Yiting glanced at her phone. She slept until the afternoon last night.

She asked tentatively: "Cousin, um, I have classes later, how about I go back to school first?"

"I didn't hear clearly, what did you say?" Yang Jinghan licked her lower lip.

The scarlet tongue she revealed was long and thin, and her eyes had an indescribable horror, so Mu Yiting had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​going back.

Mu Yiting kept comforting herself in her heart that it was just a nightmare and not real.

But another voice came out, is my cousin really okay?

As far as she knew, when her cousin first got married, she went to the hospital several times to get pregnant as soon as possible with the child of the wealthy businessman's brother-in-law.

The doctor said there was nothing wrong with her body and she could prepare for pregnancy normally.

The wealthy businessman's brother-in-law spent a lot of money on his cousin in order to prolong his family.

He bought hundreds of thousands of Tianshan Cordyceps whenever he wanted; in order to make her happy, he gave her jewelry one after another; he even promised that as long as his cousin gave birth to a boy, he would reward her with a small villa worth hundreds of millions.

But Mu Yiting knew very well that her cousin had a serious illness in middle school, which caused the root cause of the disease and made it much more difficult for ordinary people to get pregnant.

The so-called doctor's words are just evidence bought by the Yang family.

Including her and her parents, everyone who knew about this incident received a large amount of "hush money".

Now that Yang Jinghan said she was pregnant, she always felt that something was wrong. Could it be that she was supporting a foreign brat at home?

Mu Yiting was full of fear. When she saw that the Buddhist niche was exactly the same as in her dream, her legs went weak and she almost knelt in front of the Buddhist niche.

She didn't know which god it was enshrined on, and the statue had a somewhat exotic charm.

What’s even more weird is that what is placed under the statue is not melon and fruit pastries, but snacks that children love to eat. Each package has been opened, and the drinks have straws thoughtfully inserted.

Mu Yiting made up her mind. If nothing happened after burning these three sticks of incense, she would still go according to the original plan.

If something happened, she still had a talisman in her hand that she had worked hard to get from Chu Yao, hanging on her chest.

She believed that Chu Yao's strength would definitely protect her for once.

"Then you sent me a text message?" Chu Yao guessed, "Then what exactly did you see?"

"I, I saw... those snacks were slowly disappearing, as if they were eaten, but I was the only one there, do you know what I mean? And the drink in the straw was also slowly rising. !”

Mu Yiting spoke confusingly, but fortunately Chu Yao understood.

The various phenomena she described are indeed comparable to raising a kid.

In order to give birth to a child, Yang Jinghan supported the little ghost at home, preparing food and toys for it every day, and feeding it regular human blood.

Evil things naturally have backlash, and she didn't want to bear the consequences, so she tricked Mu Yiting into eating what the kid had "eaten" and transferred the backlash to Mu Yiting.

But there was another problem. Chu Yao was very sure that when she entered Yang Jinghan's home, there was no imp in the room.