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

a few days later.

Mu Yiting rested in the hospital for a while and was discharged successfully after her symptoms improved.

She gloated and shared the news she heard with Chu Yao, "Yang Jinghan is imprisoned in a mental hospital! I just said that she will definitely get retribution for raising a brat!"

"Huh? Who did you listen to?" Chu Yao was a little surprised.

She remembered that Yu Weiguo said he was going on a business trip for a while, so Yang Jinghan would live alone.

Who discovered that she was mentally disturbed?

"Who else could it be? My bastard cousin-in-law." Mu Yiting crossed her legs. "He took Yang Jinghan to the hospital for a checkup. Yang Jinghan was not pregnant at all! Then she might have been a little stimulated. All of a sudden, things are not normal. Tell me, is she really crazy, or is she just pretending to be crazy?"

According to Mu Yiting, Yu Weiguo did not go on a business trip. Instead, he found a few strong bodyguards and tied Yang Jinghan directly to the hospital.

The ghost she worshiped seemed to have dissipated and did not come out to stop it.

The test results came out the same day. Yang Jinghan scratched Yu Weiguo's face with her nails while crying and saying that Yu Weiguo didn't believe her.

No matter how good-tempered Yu Weiguo was before, it was because Yang Jinghan was pregnant with his child.

At this moment, he knew that Yang Jinghan was lying to him, and even wanted to kill him to get the inheritance. Yu Weiguo couldn't bear it anymore.

"Chu Yao, why don't you come with me to the mental hospital to see her? After all, she is my cousin, so I should care about her." Mu Yiting smiled so hard that she almost couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear.

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, and asked uneasily: "You said that...that ghost won't come to trouble me again, right?"

"What, did you encounter something else?" Chu Yao asked.

Mu Yiting touched her forearm and felt a cool feeling. She said: "That's not true. I'm just afraid. As the saying goes, once bitten by a snake, I will be afraid of well ropes for ten years. I almost Even my life was lost.”

Bai Ningle held the takeout in his hand, opened the door of the dormitory, and asked, "What are you talking about? You are so happy."

"I'm going to see my cousin later, will you go?" Mu Yiting asked.

Bai Ningle was extremely curious, "Your cousin? Is she the one who held the banquet last time? She is holding a banquet again. Why is it this time?"

She didn't join in the fun last time, so she must go this time.

Mu Yiting mocked: "This time it's to celebrate her mental illness."

"Ah?" Bai Ningle opened his mouth wide.

Things are really unpredictable. Two days ago, I was holding a big banquet to celebrate happy events, but today I suddenly fell ill.

She thought seriously for a while, "Then... go ahead. After all, she is your cousin. We should also express our feelings."

She seems to have never been to a mental hospital. She wonders if it is as spooky and terrifying as the parents said, with the screams of patients often echoing...

Thinking of this, Bai Ningle shuddered.

After they finished eating, they took a taxi to the mental hospital together.

Chu Yao didn't just go there to see a joke. Her original plan was to observe Yang Jinghan's actions secretly so as not to alert the enemy.

As long as she reveals something, Chu Yao can follow the clues and find the organization related to the statue.

But because Yu Weiguo did not listen to her instructions and left the imperial capital, she had to deal with the Buddha statues in his home.

It just so happened that she had to find out about Yang Jinghan's situation before going.

"701, 703...709, this is the room!" Mu Yiting pointed to the room number and said.

She glanced inside and froze on the spot, "Then...is that Yang Jinghan...?"

Obviously a few days ago, she was still a bejeweled and charming lady.

But now, the woman lying on the hospital bed was skinny and her cheeks were sunken. She looked like her days were numbered, and even Mu Yiting didn't dare to confirm it.

At the same time, somewhere on a construction site.

During the lunch break, the workers had just finished their meal and gathered together to chat.

One of them said: "Tell me, these rich people are so idle that their good restaurants must be demolished!"

"That's right, I heard that this restaurant spent tens of millions on renovations before, so it's all in vain."

"Do you think he knows something?"

"What? If you have something to say, just say it. Why are you so secretive?"

"I'm just guessing," the worker pointed to the ground. "Is there any treasure buried underneath? I read the news a few months ago and there was a cultural relic that was put up for auction. How much do you think it sold for?"

"Antiques must be worth a lot of money, at least millions, right?" said a simple worker.

"Fuck you, I'd say it's at least 100 million!"

"Can it really sell so much? Oh my god, I can't even think about it."

They squatted on the ground and had a heated discussion.

The worker who just spoke shook his head mysteriously and whispered: "Wrong, it was sold for more than 3 billion!"

"More than three billion? How many zeros are there?"

The workers counted their fingers and counted for a long time without counting. Some said there were seven zeros at the end, while others said there were ten zeros at the end.

All in all, they all know that more than three billion is definitely an astronomical number.

"Not necessarily. If there is really a mausoleum, then it must belong to the country, right?"

"Is it possible that those rich people like to watch houses bombed?"

"That's right, if someone is rich, they won't take tens of millions seriously."

In the corner not far away, there was a thin man with a glint in his eyes.

He has not been at this construction site for a long time, and his relationship with other people is relatively average, but he does not look down on those people in his heart.

A group of people get together and spend their days doing nothing but bragging and drinking.

He had already had an idea but never said it out loud.

He didn't believe that rich people would be so bored that they wasted their money, so there must be something valuable hidden underground.

Although the man has little education, he has read a few novels and antiques, all of which were taken out of the graves of the dead.

And they, this group of workers, have the most opportunities. Others may not dare, but he does.

He wouldn't be stupid enough to steal a treasure worth hundreds of millions, just take an inconspicuous one and resell it.

In this way, you can make money without being easily discovered.

He stood up, dusted off his dirty clothes, and walked towards the security room.

The man took out the cigarette he had prepared, and the security guard's eyes lit up. This brand cost at least twenty yuan, and they were usually reluctant to smoke it.

After hearing a few more compliments from the man, the security guard reluctantly handed him his key.

"Remember, buddy, I think you are a good guy, so don't lose it." The security guard warned him again and again.

"How could that be? Brother Wang, I'll return it to you after I'm done with it." The man put his arm around the security guard's shoulders affectionately, "Why don't you go drinking tonight? I'll treat you."

"Let's go."