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

Pei Nian has been wondering, what does it mean to "turn" a person? People are not made of ice, so how can they turn?

He remained silent until he saw what looked like a puddle of flesh-colored paste on the sheets.

What was even more shocking was that his glasses told him that Yang Jinghan still had life responses, which meant that she was not dead.

"Mr. Yu, it's already like this. You might as well end her pain as soon as possible..." Chu Yao said.

The whole ward was filled with the rancid smell of acidified meat, and flies were flying around noisily, making people upset.

Yu Weiguo had been standing by the window. He tugged on his tie and said, "Wait a minute, I'll ask someone to deliver something. Wait a minute..."

Chu Yao and Pei Nian looked at each other. They couldn't think of anything else that could restore Yang Jinghan to her normal self.

It was as if she had been put into a meat grinder, crushed hard, and then stuck unevenly to the sheets like paint by an unskilled painter.

The quilt was covered under her belly, and her upper body was only left in broken pieces. Only her face could barely make out her former facial features.

"Mr. Yu, the surveillance has been transferred! There is something else you want..." Yu Weiguo's secretary ran into the ward, holding his mobile phone in one hand and a document bag in the other.

Yu Weiguo took the thing in his hand and said, "Let's go outside and take a look."

He turned to his secretary and said, "Just stay here and work harder. I'll give you a year's bonus later. Don't let anyone in."

"Okay, I know." The secretary gritted his teeth and agreed.

The date shown on the surveillance camera was two nights ago, around one o'clock.

Yang Jinghan's door was suddenly pushed open from the inside, and a creature crawling on all fours came out of the gap.

She was ghostly, with long hair covering her face, but all three of them knew she was Yang Jinghan.

Yang Jinghan crawled very fast, far beyond the limit that humans can reach, so much so that even the nurse who was keeping watch at night only saw a black shadow scurrying out.

"It's weird, there's a cat in the hospital?" the nurse said to herself.

Indeed, Yang Jinghan's posture at this time was like a cat.

Yu Weiguo deliberately slowed down the monitoring speed. You can see that she only used her fingers and toes when crawling, and her palms did not touch the ground.

Her destination was the window on the third floor, and she jumped directly to the branch outside the window.

The surveillance screen fast-forwarded, and it was almost dawn before Yang Jinghan returned to the ward with half a dead mouse in her mouth.

Seeing this scene, Yu Weiguo couldn't help blurting out: "Isn't this... retribution?"

Yang Jinghan spent several nights in this way. Every other day, her belly would more than double its original size.

Today, her belly can hold three basketballs.

The monitoring time came at noon today, and Yang Jinghan suddenly became restless. She struggled desperately on the hospital bed, but her hands and feet were tied up by the nurse.

She yelled angrily, saying that the nurse had seen too many mentally ill patients like this, and nothing would happen if they were tied to the bed, so the nurse locked the door and left.

As soon as she left, Yang Jinghan stopped moving again, as if her crazy look just now was just for show.

Click, click...

She actually used her nails to cut through the gauntlet, and the ten slender jade fingers grew into nails that were twelve or three centimeters long, black and shiny.

The next second, her swollen belly began to rise and fall violently, and the contents inside wanted to struggle out.

Yang Jinghan's eyeballs were completely cloudy. She bared her teeth like a wild beast and poked her abdomen with her long nails.

After a loud noise, the ward was completely quiet, and the monitor was covered in a large area of ​​blood and flesh.

But the three of them could still see something from the clean piece. A white meat ball jumped out from Yang Jinghan's abdomen and got under the bed.

"Yes, yes! Yes...she is pregnant!" Yu Weiguo shouted excitedly.

He hurriedly tore open the file bag and took out a photo of the prenatal checkup.

Although the image taken is a bit blurry, the unformed fetus in the belly can still be seen.

But Chu Yao felt an inexplicable nausea. Even if Yang Jinghan was really pregnant, how could she give birth to a healthy child in five months?

But Yu Weiguo couldn't care so much. He only knew that his baby was under the bed at the moment.

Strange, why didn’t I hear my ex-child’s cry just now?

Pei Nian touched his head and whispered: "Why do I feel that this family is a little abnormal? Is he also possessed by a ghost?"

"Who said there are only ghosts causing trouble in the world?" Chu Yao crossed his arms and sneered, "Greed can also make people crazy."

Yu Weiguo was lying on the ground at this time, completely ignoring his own image, even though his suit was covered in sticky and disgusting filth.

He looked at it several times and shouted to the door: "Secretary Zhao, come here and turn on a flashlight for me."

Secretary Zhao squatted beside Wei Guo and turned on the flashlight function of his phone.

There was light under the bed, and both of them could vaguely see something white and trembling in the corner.

"Quick, come here..." Yu Weiguo reached out to get it, but unfortunately his arm was a little short.

He turned his head and urged impatiently: "Secretary Zhao, why don't you know how to look at people? Come here."

Secretary Zhao was so frightened that he was almost pressed to the ground before he took out a wet thing from under the bed.

Yu Weiguo's laughter stopped suddenly. He looked at the thing in Secretary Zhao's arms and couldn't believe that it was the "fetus" shown in the image.

Pei Nian and Chu Yao were standing outside the ward. He asked, "Why is there no sound inside? Do we want to go in and take a look?"

"No, let's go tell the nurse at the consultation desk." Chu Yao covered his nose.

Before they could get far, they heard screams coming from the ward one after another.

No one noticed that a slender man with pale skin walked over from the other end of the ward.

He gently pulled up the mask a little, and the stench in the air had disappeared, indicating that the woman inside was completely dead.

The mobile phone camera was set to continuous shooting mode and pointed at the window. There were more than a dozen photos in the album instantly.

The melting woman on the hospital bed, the "baby" made up of maggots as wide as a finger, and the bloody and mentally disturbed father, what a harmonious family.

He smiled with satisfaction at his masterpiece.

However, two seconds later, the corners of his mouth returned to the droopy look.

He turned on his phone and kept refreshing the software. Who would be his next prey?

"This woman is wearing such revealing clothes. It doesn't look like she is in a serious profession."

"How come today's men don't have any masculinity at all? Unlike me, I am a pure man."

"I heard that the scientist often trades in luxury cars. Who knows where the money comes from."

"Haha, I'm just kidding. Why are you so angry? I won't hit your pain point, right?"

The man squinted his eyes and pressed the attention button. He roughly browsed through all the man's statements and finally found clues from a photo.

"It's you." He put the phone back in his pocket and whistled lightly.