Ning An's Wild Wish System

Chapter 454: Chapter 245: The Human Traffickers Panic: My Old Sow Is About to Give Birth, I Gotta Go! (Part 2)

"This is simply lawlessness!"

"If I had known Changchun Temple was like this, I wouldn’t have come even if you beat me to death!"

"Slandering us out of nowhere, just wait, we’ll find someone to tell on you when we get down the mountain!"

Perhaps feeling Ning An’s kindness, the little girl also gathered her courage.

"Sob... Big brother, you have to help me, they are not my parents, nor my grandparents..."

"They are human traffickers, I was abducted here, sob sob..."

Then, as if she had found a pillar of support, the little girl started crying loudly.

Seeing the sudden outburst, the vicious woman panicked and slapped backhanded.

"You child, how can you start spouting nonsense the moment you open your mouth!"

"It’s just this time you didn’t do well on your monthly exam, the teacher called me, and I lost my temper and criticized you a bit more, how can you hold a grudge until now?"

"I think I’ve spoiled you! You can say anything! Husband, why are you standing there, take her back and educate her properly."

The middle-aged man was also flustered, reminded by the vicious woman, he snapped back to reality.

He forced a smile on his face, then reached out his big hand towards the little girl.

Seeing this, the little girl cried even harder, desperately moving closer to Ning An.

She understood this was her last chance, if these two really took her back, she knew best what kind of fate awaited her.

She had seen a peer like her, who was directly buried alive!

The viewers in the live broadcast room watched this scene, frowning tightly.

"Holy crap! Why do I feel like what the little girl is saying is true?"

"Yeah, I also feel she doesn’t seem like what that woman said, if it was just a grudge, there’s no need to act this convincingly, right?"

"If she can really act out this fear, Xiaojin owes her an award."

"Could they really be human traffickers? Impossible, right? Are traffickers this stupid now, dumb enough to go to a Daoist Temple to pray?"

"It’s precisely because human traffickers are rare these days and law enforcement isn’t strict that they act so brazenly and dare to come to the temple to pray like before."

"..."

Seeing the little girl about to be dragged away, Ning An intervened.

He slapped down, hitting the middle-aged man’s wrist directly.

Though it didn’t seem forceful, the middle-aged man felt like he had been struck hard, causing him to immediately release his grip in pain.

Taking this opportunity, Ning An pulled the little girl, shielding her behind him.

The vicious woman, seeing this, immediately said maliciously: "You stinky Daoist! What do you want to do? Publicly snatching my child in broad daylight?"

"I’m telling you, this is illegal, give me back my daughter, or I’ll go to the Capital City to sue you!"

As she spoke, her claw-like hand reached towards Ning An, trying to forcibly take the little girl away.

The little girl, trembling, hid behind Ning An, peeking her head out fearfully at the scene.

She was too scared, afraid that if these two took her back, she would lose all hope of seeing her parents again in this lifetime.

Ning An gently patted her head, then with a little effort, threw the vicious woman aside.

After all, the system had already sealed her fate, Ning An didn’t need to get his own hands dirty.

For something as disgusting as this, it’s best to touch it as little as possible, after all, who would want to get a handful of crap on their hands?

Seeing the situation, the middle-aged couple dared not linger any longer, they stomped in frustration, preparing to leave.

Every minute they delayed now worsened their predicament.

Though failing to take the little girl would bring them trouble, they were prepared. As long as they could make their escape, there was still room to maneuver.

And as they argued.

On the road below Changchun Temple, several black cars were hurrying up the mountain.

Especially the two pickups at the back, carrying seven or eight black-clad bodyguard types, particularly the three or four burly figures leading them.

"Honey, do you think we’ll have a chance to see Ruoruo?"

In the leading black car, a couple sat in the back.

The man was in a suit, the woman radiated an air of wealth; yet their faces bore an exhaustion money could not disguise.

Hearing his wife’s sobs, the man comfortingly held her, reassuring:

"It’s okay, don’t worry, the temple at Changchun Temple is truly miraculous."

"As long as we can make an offering at the temple, we’ll surely find Ruoruo!"

Hearing this, the woman finally calmed down.

The man, gazing at the scenery outside, felt nothing but bitterness.

Only in utmost despair would one place hope in divine intervention.

The man had worked hard for over a decade, achieving a modest success by getting his company listed.

To celebrate, he took some time off, taking his wife and daughter on a trip.

Yet this very trip tore their once-warm family apart.

The daughter was lost, half their home collapsed.

Initially, they hadn’t pinned their hopes on the police.

Police efficiency couldn’t guarantee all resources would focus on their daughter.

Instead, they hired many private investigators, hoping to find her soon.

But as time passed, endless disappointment was their only finding.

Fear and anxiety grew, dreading something might happen to their daughter.

But no matter their efforts, funds, or connections, they found no trace of her.

At their wit’s end, they came to Changchun Temple.

"Honey, what if the Immortal at Changchun Temple helps us find our daughter, but the price is too high, what then?"

They had done their homework before coming to burn incense.

The incense at Changchun Temple was efficacious, but aside from the Divine Invitation Incense, other offerings had a price.

Previously in casual conversations with friends, they joked about the temple adhering to an equivalent exchange principle, ensuring no one took advantage.

Like someone wishing for stability ended up in jail.

Or someone wishing for uniqueness rekindled an obsolete career.

Now their wish, to find their daughter, was weightier than these.

It’s hard to imagine the cost of fulfilling this wish!

Thinking of this, worry spread across the woman’s face.

The man, gazing outside, determinedly declared:

"It’s okay, honey, as long as we find Ruoruo and she’s safe, even if it means bankruptcy or costing my life, I’d agree!"

Upon hearing this, the woman could only cry.

A mix of worry and gratitude.

She knew she hadn’t chosen wrongly; this man was her Great Saint!

...

With the traffickers about to escape, Ning An certainly wouldn’t let them.

He smiled faintly, blocking their way: "Are you abandoning your child, fellow believers?"

The vicious woman glared at him, preparing to leave without a word.

No matter which direction she moved, Ning An anticipated and blocked her path.

The middle-aged man’s earlier testing proved they were no match for Ning An.

Yet, as seasoned traffickers, they’d come up with a plan instantly.

The vicious woman suddenly became dramatic, crying out: "What’s wrong with you? Stealing our child, accusing us, there’s no justice!"

"Who would’ve thought, us rural folk being discriminated against, taking our daughter to pray, being accused as traffickers, boohoo."

The middle-aged man joined in, crying without hesitation:

"Everyone come see, the Little Daoist from Changchun Pass is acting indecently."

"He’s targeting my daughter, falsely accusing us as traffickers."

"Is there no justice in the world? My poor daughter, is she to be bullied by such tyrants?!"