Brother Lao Tuo's face also changed dramatically at this moment.
Before he could react, the sound of a fierce door kick resounded on the opposite side of the screen.
Just at the moment the door was broken open, the livestream was simultaneously cut off.
"His brother looks rather thin, yet can kick a door with such force?"
"Idiot, earlier when Brother Lao Tuo was hitting his brother, it was like beating a grandson, his brother being so timid in front of Brother Lao Tuo, huh."
"Could Brother Lao Tuo really be in trouble?"
"No idea, my zombie brain is itching, must be growing a conscience."
Ning An glanced at the bullet screen with a smile: "Looks like these laymen have a destiny with our founding master, today there's still one spot left for a voice chat, first come, first served."
Destiny, my foot!
Your destined ones keep getting taken to government agencies, right!
"I'm in the same neighborhood as Brother Lao Tuo, just now the neighborhood was suddenly under control, looking at the scale of those people, seems like half the city's police force has been dispatched."
"My brother sent me a picture! Damn, the person taken away in the photo, the suit color and style are exactly the same as what Brother Lao Tuo wore during the livestream!"
As time fermented, the popularity of Ning An's livestream room skyrocketed, and rare sports cars and airships bloomed across the screen.
Ning An thought for a moment, imitating other streamers: "I thank the founding master in place, grateful to the family for their gifts."
"I don't want to send gifts, but he calls me family, Cult Leader gie~gie~~"
"Brothers, there's still one spot for the voice chat, hurry up and join!"
"I don't dare, I'm afraid my lifelong poverty will be seen by the founding master, living in shame is one thing, dying only to be ridiculed by little ghosts."
Seeing a connection request from "Zhao Kang Searching", Ning An clicked accept.
Meanwhile, he sent a private message.
"Hello Layman, you can choose a video call to show your face, if it's inconvenient, you can just turn on audio, the founding master won't mind."
"Zhao Kang Searching: Video call, definitely show my face!"
Once the video was connected, the bullet screen in the livestream room gradually quieted down.
On the opposite side of the screen in the livestream appeared a bald man with a sallow complexion, wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown.
He held a cellphone with one hand, while the other hand was hooked up to an IV drip, clearly in a hospital.
At most thirty years old, he looked thin and weak.
He tried to puff out his chest, forcing the photo on his chest close to the camera, trying to make it clearer for the livestream viewers.
He may not believe in this, but just wants to use the livestream's popularity to spread information about his child.
He waved weakly, giving a bitter smile to greet the livestream audience:
"Hello everyone, I'm Old Zhao."
The viewers in the livestream room enthusiastically responded in text.
"Layman Zhao, are you here to burn incense and make a wish?"
Old Zhao hesitated a bit but still mustered the courage to say:
"Little Daoist, sorry, I might not be able to burn this incense."
"These years, to find my poor son, my family has been drained by me, even the IV bottle I'm hooked to today was earned from working odd jobs yesterday."
Old Zhao's voice cracked, nearly pleading with Ning An in a humble tone: "Little Daoist, I mean no disrespect to you, I truly have no way, I only wish to find my son, he's only in elementary school and doesn't know the way home yet..."
Hearing this, the livestream viewers were deeply moved.
"Alas, those damned traffickers, ripping countless families apart!"
"If he dares come to our village, if he could stand and walk out with one breath, I'll be damned!"
"It must take a heart ashen with despair for a father to come to a metaphysical livestream trying to expand his reach."
Old Zhao was also watching the bullet screen in the livestream room.
Seeing this, there's a indescribable loneliness on his face.
However, in the next second, Ning An smiled slightly and said:
"Layman, nothing is absolute, fate is never completely sealed, everything has a sliver of hope."
Oh?
Upon hearing Ning An's words, old fans were the first to react.
"Hey, didn't Little Daoist say before that this Divine Invitation Incense is free for those with destiny?"
"He did say that, but… it's a kidnapped child by human traffickers, this isn't like a celestial sword tracing ten thousand miles, how could it possibly be found."
"Doesn't matter, if the Little Daoist dares to say so, it means he must have confidence, no questions asked!"
…
Meanwhile, Old Zhao also looked at Ning An with surprise.
"Dao…Daoist, you mean..."
But the next second, disappointment filled his face:
"Daoist, I know you're comforting me, it's okay, over these years I've come to terms with it, I've decided, after this last attempt, if there's no result, I'll give up."
After speaking.
He lowered his head, obscuring the emotions on his face:
"I hate those human traffickers, I wish to eat your flesh and sleep on your skin! What wrong did my son do, what did my family do wrong!"
Seeing this scene.
Ning An gently smiled and calmly said:
"Layman, since the situation is as such, why not burn a stick of incense, perhaps the founding master can't bear to see more troubles in the world, and a turning point will appear."
"Daoist, I… I don't have money to burn..."
Although Old Zhao saw the bullet screen comments saying it was free, he still wasn't willing to morally bind the Little Daoist.
His life has been hard enough, and the remaining bit of masculine dignity is all that's left as his support.
"Layman, the founding master holds fate with you, why talk about incense fees, no need to say much, this little Daoist will burn the Divine Invitation Incense for you."
Saying this, Ning An picked up the Divine Invitation Incense and proceeded towards the incense burner.
Old Zhao, seeing this, couldn't hold back his lacrimose tears any longer.
"Alas, whether after burning the incense Old Zhao can be as he wishes, I still raise a glass to Little Daoist. I admit, I underestimated him before."
"Really hope God will open His eyes, that there's a deity looking after the world, the rope always breaks at the weak spots, misfortune always seeks out the unlucky ones."
"Changchun Temple, I will remember this, once I strike it rich, I will definitely gold-plate the borders for the founding master."
The viewers in the livestream chimed in vividly.
Their genuine hopes being that Old Zhao finds his child, and that his family reunites.
Yet fantasies are ultimately bubbles, once the adrenaline fades, sighs begin.
After all.
If not for having no clue, who would pin hope on burning incense and wishing?
Thinking this, the audience in the livestream felt heartsick.
Seems there cannot be stories of broken mirrors becoming whole again in this world after all.
…
Meanwhile.
Ning An, holding the incense stick, approached the incense burner directly.
Respectfully bowing three times, he turned and shouted:
"Founding Master, open your eyes, Old Zhao, hurry up and make your wish!"
Throwing caution to the wind, Old Zhao tightly shut his eyes, murmuring to himself, the sincerity of a devotee in his expression.
The system voice chimed in at this time.
[Gender: Male]
[Occupation: Laborer]
[Name: Zhao Dahai]
[Wish: Hope my son returns home soon, family reunites! Curse the trafficker who kidnapped my son to be caught soon, sentenced immediately!]
[Revelation Repayment Method: Half an hour later, Shi Wenqiang revealed part of the locations where the kidnapped children were hidden, hoping for a reduced sentence. Among them was Zhao Dahai's son, but due to his severe actions affecting many, the court upheld the original sentence, immediately executed!]