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

"Prophecy painting?"

Li Zhining retracted Shi Ling's hand and walked forward, "So you have experienced the scene in that painting?"

Shi Ling: "I saw the scene in that painting."

Li Zhining paused slightly, and was stunned for a moment, as if it was a bit unbelievable, "See? Where did you see her?"

Shi Ling: "On the train a hundred years ago. Who was that person who looked exactly like me?"

She was supposed to be sending Zhao Xingbang back when she accidentally entered another time. She heard the passengers talking on the steam train and roughly guessed the time.

Li Zhining did not answer Shi Ling's question, but asked eagerly: "Did she say anything?"

Shi Ling: "She said she likes me very much."

Li Zhongning seemed to be silent for a few seconds, "Did she see you?"

Shi Ling: "Yes, no one else can see me. Who is she?"

Li Zhining felt that Shi Ling was different from before as soon as she came out of the operating room, as if the person she was familiar with was gradually returning, but it wasn't until this moment that she suddenly understood something, and she murmured to herself in a trance, " I see……"

Shi Ling was almost dying of anxiety, "What? Can you stop saying half of what you said?"

Li Zhining: "You will know later."

Shi Ling: "Everyone will know anyway, so tell me now."

Li Zhining refused coldly: "No. Don't mention this matter to anyone else."

A hundred secrets and a sparse, there is no room for any mistakes. No one knows what kind of chain reaction the butterfly's wings will cause.

She accidentally realized that the man who gambled his life a hundred years ago had a plan to conceal the truth, and she must not let anyone ruin her plan. Not even myself!

Of course, Shi Ling would not mention what happened on the steam train to anyone, not even Qin Niao. Even in order to get information from Li Zhongning, she did not tell the details of what happened on the train. At that time, she felt that the cheongsam woman had injected spiritual power into her body, but she did not tell Li Zhining about this.

Shi Ling was extremely certain that Li Zhining knew that person: "Then tell me, who is that person who looks like me?" Li Zhining said nothing.

But Shi Ling suddenly said seriously: "She is me, right?"

Li Zhining was startled, "You...remembered?"

Shi Ling was also shocked: "Holy shit, is she really me? I just casually guessed the most outrageous possibility, and I guessed it right? I thought she looked at me with such gentle and loving eyes. She was my wife." Where’s grandma!”

Li Zhining: "..."

Shi Ling asked curiously: "Who was I in my previous life, a Taoist practitioner? How did I die?"

Li Zhining's face was expressionless, fearing that Shi Ling would deceive her again: "Stop guessing."

Shi Ling nodded: "Okay, then I won't ask her anymore. Then Li Zhining, who are you?"

Li Zhining said nothing.

Shi Ling thought about the strange people around her, and then guessed: "The killing angel Xila?"

Li Zhining seemed a little angry: "I'm not her!"

Shi Ling: "Oh, you know her."

"Shi Ling!"

Shi Ling smiled and said, "I'm here. Just tell me, so I don't have to guess. If you don't tell me, I'll go find Xi La to make a deal and ask her."

However, as soon as she said this, Li Zhongning seemed to have heard a joke and said, "Go ahead."

If Xi La dares to make a deal with Shi Ling, her name will be written backwards.