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

Shi Ling and the Ghost Bride were both stunned by the sudden appearance of the uncle rider.

After Shi Ling realized what he had done, he hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I thought no one wanted it, so I just used it. How about this, how much does it cost, I'll order a new one and send it to you as compensation." I’ll forward it to you and give you a five-star review by the way.”

"What do you know! You have no idea how important every order is to me!"

The King of Hell roared hysterically, but he did not slow down at all when unlocking his phone and looking for the store. "Here, place an order for me. Remember to make a note to the merchant and ask the Meituan rider to forget to pick up the food and deliver it."

Shi Ling: "...Okay, okay."

Shi Ling placed an order for roasted chicken legs in front of Yan Wang. The location was set at the east gate of Happy Valley, and he made notes as Yan Wang said.

The King of Hell snorted and looked at Su Xingwan and the others: "You all also place an order for me! It's time for midnight snack!"

Su Xingwan: "I don't eat late-night snacks to lose weight..."

King of Hell: "You have to lose some weight. Why don't you eat too much late-night snacks? When have you not said that you can only lose weight when you are full? Eat better."

Out of guilt for hurting the low-level workers, Shi Ling said to his roommates: "It's mine. I'll transfer the money to you later."

The King of Hell asked for five orders from Shi Ling, and repeatedly told them to remember to give five-star reviews, otherwise their great-grandfather would come to see them in the evening, and then he left slowly.

Shi Ling looked thoughtfully at the figure of King of Hell gradually disappearing among the crowd.

She felt that the rider uncle seemed a bit familiar?

It seems that I have seen it when taking a taxi?
"Wow, Master, thank you for the roasted chicken legs you gave me!" The Ghost Bride said and burped.

Shui Miaomiao couldn't help but sigh: "Isn't it too miserable to be a ghost? You can't even eat enough."

"No, I'm either hungry or greedy."

As the Ghost Bride spoke, her eyes gradually revealed a look of melancholy, "You don't understand, the pain of walking in a busy food street, passing through familiar human delicacies, only to watch others eat, but eat it yourself without tasting it. .”

"I understand. I understand so well!" Pei Qi suddenly interjected, "I had the flu and a fever before, and my sense of taste disappeared. Nothing I ate tasted in those days. It was really painful!"

Shi Ling interrupted their patient exchange meeting with a cold voice and began to settle accounts: "Didn't you originally want to marry the ghost king Sang Fu? Why did you suddenly replace me in the sedan chair?"

Speaking of this matter, the ghost bride felt a little guilty: "Master, I didn't mean it. I was also tied into the sedan chair by those little ghosts. Originally, I came to Happy Valley to relive the good times when I was in love with my husband. But I didn’t expect that I would be chosen as the bride by the ghost king’s wedding team. Although I have never met the ghost king Sangfu, I have heard other ghost friends talk about his violent and evil deeds, and I am very afraid that his soul will be torn into pieces and used as flower fat. So. I took advantage of the chaos and ran away. But I didn’t expect that Ghost King Sangfu’s wedding team actually arrested the wrong person and stuffed you into the sedan chair. Master, seeing that you returned safely, I also chopped off Ghost King Sangfu’s head. Peace of mind.”

Shi Ling was a little uncomfortable, but decided to tell the ghost bride, "Sang Fu is not dead."

The ghost bride was stunned: "What should we do?"

Shi Ling: "I'll send you to reincarnation, and he won't have any plans for you again."

However, the ghost bride remained silent.

Her gaze drifted far away and fell on a young couple who had just come off the Ferris wheel. (End of chapter)