The fake daughter lives in a haunted house, begging for mercy

Snow falls in winter.

The sycamore trees lining the streets of the imperial capital had twisted branches and a few lonely dead leaves hanging on them.

Shi Ling passed the driving test, and Yu Chen, Gu Xiuji, Qin Niao, Xi Jin and Chu Jiao all rushed to give her a car, and Shi Ling's garage was instantly crowded.

Li Zhining hated it because she was not a rich second-generation and could not afford to buy a car.

But Shi Ling gave her a car.

It aroused everyone's jealousy.

The car that Shi Ling was driving tonight was the one that Yu Chen gave her. It was not one of those luxury brands on the market, but one specially customized by the Si family. It was all black, low-key and luxurious, and the license plate number was Shi Ling's name and birthday, Emperor A·SL222.

Shi Ling thought this license plate number was very silly, so he usually drove it at night.

Grandpa Jing gave her a villa in the capital as a gift for her college entrance examination. She had just finished her evening class at school. Tomorrow is the weekend, and she was planning to move back to the villa.

At night, cars are still flowing on the streets of the imperial capital, street lights are winding on both sides, and snow is falling.

However, the next moment, the originally orderly traffic flow was disrupted by an out-of-control sports car.

There was already some traffic jam on the road, and Shi Ling had nowhere to hide, so she was hit into the pier of the overpass. If she hadn't used her spiritual power to support herself, she would probably have been killed or injured like the other car owners who were hit.

Sirens sounded, and there was crying, yelling and noise all around.

Shi Ling glanced at the flattened and smoking back seat, feeling a little sorry for the car that Yu Chen had given her. She heard it was worth tens of millions.

She got out of the car calmly, glanced at the chaotic scene around her, narrowed her eyes slightly, and felt something was wrong.

She walked against the flow of traffic towards the center of the accident. Traffic police, police and ambulance arrived and a cordon was set up.

The car accident was chaotic and noisy, there were heavy casualties on the zebra crossing, and the scene was bloody.

The perpetrator is a rich second-generation.

Despite such a serious car accident, surprisingly, his sports car was not seriously damaged and there was a beautiful pregnant woman next to him, and neither of them was injured.

The fetus in the pregnant woman's belly is surrounded by black energy.

A newborn baby should be pure and clean, but the baby in her belly was full of bad luck and resentment.

All this bad luck and resentment should not belong to an unborn baby.

But now the baby is surrounded by black energy, and will not be able to live to be born, and will even have to bear countless sins when he is reincarnated. Look at the rich second generation next to him. As the perpetrator, he should be stained with blood debt, but his luck is still good.

All the blood debt is on the fetus in the belly of the beautiful pregnant woman!
Shi Ling's eyes turned slightly cold, and she remembered what Chu Jiao had told her before, that some wealthy and powerful people from aristocratic families in the imperial capital, because they had committed too many sins, were afraid of retribution, so they looked for some evil magic to transfer their sins.

One of them is to have sex with a beautiful pregnant woman to transfer bad luck and sin to the unborn fetus.

The fetus is extremely pure and is the best container for absorbing bad luck.

They call this kind of fetus a transfer bead.

Shi Ling never thought that she would encounter such evil magic that is against the will of heaven today.

Now that she has seen it, she can't just sit there and watch.

The rich second generation was drunk and hit someone to death, but he was still arrogant. He hugged the beautiful pregnant woman, got in the sports car and was about to leave.

Shi Ling stepped forward to stop him, "You killed someone, and you want to just leave like this?"

An injured car owner nearby pulled Shi Ling's sleeve and reminded him with obvious fear, "He is Wen Ziyao, the young master of the Wen family in the imperial capital. The families of the dead and injured chose to accept money to keep things quiet, so people like us should not provoke him."

He was really afraid that this little girl would get into trouble.

But at this moment, Wen Ziyao had already looked at Shi Ling.

He was drunk and was supported by a beautiful pregnant woman. When he saw Shi Ling, his eyes lit up.

He reached out his hand and touched Shi Ling's chest, and asked lustfully, "My little beauty, what, how do you want me to compensate you?"

Shi Ling's eyes were cold. He grabbed his hand directly, and in front of everyone, he threw him over his shoulder and slammed him to the ground.

Everyone around who knew Wen Ziyao's identity was horrified.

The victims' families, who were forced to swallow their anger, naturally felt relieved when they saw someone dared to hit him, but they couldn't help but worry about Shi Ling.

Wen Ziyao was hit on the ground by Shi Ling, his head was bruised and he was much more sober now.

The beautiful pregnant woman next to him was startled and pointed at Shi Ling: "Do you know who he is?"

Wen Ziyao got up from the ground, wiped the blood off his head, and stared at Shi Ling with gloomy eyes, "Who in this capital doesn't give face to our Wen family? If you dare to mess with me, you're dead! I have someone above me!"

Shi Ling said expressionlessly: "I have someone under me." (End of this chapter)