Chapter 4: Monstrous Sin Under the Locust Tree, Heavenly Eye Exposes the Hypocritical Beastly Father
Zhang Xuanyao looked at those ten rockets, and the noodles in his mouth nearly sprayed out. He wiped his mouth, his tone remaining flippant.
"Officer Qin, telling you to put a steel plate in was to save your life. You turning around and throwing 50,000 at , are you trying to buy my life? If the Patriarch knew I earned this much, he would have to jump down from the altar tonight to split the loot with ."
Qin Bingruo did not reply again; she was likely at the hospital dealing with her wounds.
Thanks to the boost from this wave of rockets, the popularity of the livestream room surged to number one on the entire platform.
Zhang Xuanyao watched the soaring shock value, his heart blooming with joy.
【shock value: 250,000 / 1,000,000 (can exchange for a lucky draw)】
"Alright, don't just keep spamming the screen."
Zhang Xuanyao put down the cup of instant noodles, his expression turning solemn; that air of flippancy now revealed a hint of majesty.
"Our Qingfeng Temple does business based on fate. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll take one more divination. The old rules apply: connect for a face reading. If it's accurate, give a rocket; if it's not… if it's not, I'll swallow this instant noodle cup."
The requests to connect exploded instantly.
Zhang Xuanyao clicked randomly.
The screen split in two once again.
Appearing on the right side of the screen was a middle-aged man who looked to be about fifty years old.
He was wearing a faded, yellowish undershirt, his hair was ssy, and his eye sockets were deeply sunken and bloodshot.
What was most eye-catching was that he was clutching a wooden sign tightly to his chest, upon which was pasted a yellowing photo of a little boy, with the words written: 【Seeking son, heavy reward】.
As soon as the man saw Zhang Xuanyao, tears stread down his face, and his voice was as hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper. "Great Master… save , save my child. I've been looking for him for five years, a full five years!"
The barrage in the livestream room changed direction instantly.
"Oh my god, it's a father looking for his child."
"Looking at this uncle, my heart is breaking."
"Great Master, hurry and help him; this kind of thing accumulates virtue!"
The middle-aged man kowtowed violently at the cara. "Great Master, my na is Old Shi. My son, Little Stone, got lost in the park five years ago. For these five years, I've traveled all over the country, sold my house, divorced my wife; I just want to know where he is, whether he's dead or alive…"
Zhang Xuanyao didn't speak.
His eyes grew slightly warm, and 【Heavenly Eye】 was quietly activated.
Above Old Shi's head, there was no sorrowful blue Qi that a seeker should have, but rather a mass of dark red blood light so thick it stank.
Inside that blood light, countless tiny wronged spirits were wailing, and the clearest one among them was a little boy covered in blood, who was tightly choking Old Shi's neck.
Zhang Xuanyao's expression turned icy cold in an instant.
"Great Master, why aren't you speaking?"
Old Shi wiped his tears, his tone humble to the bone.
"You can calculate it, right? You were able to calculate the car accident earlier, you must be able to help find Little Stone."
The audience in the livestream room also grew anxious.
"Strear, speak, don't drop the ball."
"Could it be that you can't calculate such a serious matter?"
Zhang Xuanyao sneered. He leaned back, his gaze piercing toward Old Shi on the other side of the screen like a blade.
"Looking for five years? Traveled the whole country? Old Shi, if you didn't go get a Best Actor award with this acting, it would really be a waste of your talents."
Old Shi was stunned, his expression freezing on his face. "Great Master, what do you an by that? I don't understand…"
"You don't understand?"
Zhang Xuanyao slamd the altar table, causing the ash in the incense burner to fly everywhere.
"That wooden sign you're clutching, is there a 'Wronged' character carved on the back? That's a Soul-Suppressing Talisman you specifically had a black-hearted charlatan carve to suppress Little Stone's soul, right?"
The livestream room was deathly silent.
Old Shi's face turned deathly pale instantly, and he subconsciously pulled the wooden sign tighter into his chest. "You're spouting nonsense! This is my son's photo, I love him too much to even have ti for anything else, how could I…"
"Love him?"
Zhang Xuanyao interrupted him, his tone chilling.
"Five years ago, you owed loan sharks from gambling and sold your own son to human traffickers. As it turned out, the traffickers thought the child was too troubleso and returned the 'goods' halfway. Fearing that the child would go ho and report you, on a rainy day, you personally smashed his head with a hoe."
Old Shi's eyeballs trembled violently, his breathing becoming heavy. "You… you're full of crap! I didn't! That was an accident, he fell on his own!"
As soon as these words left his mouth, Old Shi suddenly realized he had let it slip. He quickly covered his mouth, his eyes filled with extre terror.
The barrage exploded.
"Holy crap! A plot twist?"
"Killed his own son with his own hands? He's a beast!"
"Strear, is what you're saying true? You can't just say things like that!"
Zhang Xuanyao stood up and walked step by step toward the phone cara, his handso face appearing sowhat ferocious under the lights.
"An accident? When you buried him under that old locust tree in your old ho's backyard, he hadn't stopped breathing yet, right? He grabbed your pant leg and called you 'Dad'. What did you do? You struck him with the hoe again!"
Old Shi completely broke down, roaring at the cara.
"He deserved it! If he hadn't cried, why would I have done it? Who told him to ruin my good thing! You damn Daoist, you're making up stories here, who believes you? Do you have evidence?"
"You want evidence?" Zhang Xuanyao snorted coldly. "Officer Qin, are you online?"
【Heng City's Flower】's barrage popped up instantly: 【Here. The Heng City police have locked onto his location in a small mountain village in the neighboring province, and the local police have already set out.】
Zhang Xuanyao pointed at Old Shi on the screen and said, enunciating every word.
"Old Shi, the reason you are livestreaming to find your child isn't to find the child, but because you keep dreaming of Little Stone coming to claim your life. That black-hearted charlatan told you that as long as you publicly'search' for him in a place with many people, you can deceive the underworld emissaries, right?"
Old Shi collapsed to the ground, his phone falling to the side, the cara perfectly aid at his profile.
He was trembling all over, muttering incessantly, "Impossible… how could you know… that locust tree, I clearly sealed it with cent…"
"Cent can seal a corpse, but it can't seal a wronged spirit." Zhang Xuanyao ford a finger seal, 【Words Beco Law】 activated. "You want to run? Just try."
Old Shi jumped up suddenly, wanting to rush out the door.
As a result, just as he took one step, it was as if sothing tripped his foot, and he fell heavily to the ground in a spread-eagle shape, knocking out two of his front teeth.
He struggled to crawl up, but before he had run two steps, his rotten slipper broke on its own, and he slipped again, his back of the head hitting the edge of a water vat directly, and he fainted on the spot.
The audience in the livestream room watched this scene, feeling a chill run down their spines.
"This… this bad luck is too artistic, isn't it?"
"It's definitely Words Beco Law, the Great Master has unleashed his power!"
"Beast, even falling to his death is getting off easy!"
...
Half an hour later.
Harsh police sirens rang out in the village where Old Shi was located.
The local police, using the precise coordinates provided by Qin Bingruo, rushed directly into the backyard of Old Shi's house.
Zhang Xuanyao didn't turn off the livestream. He faced the cara, his tone terrifyingly calm. "Everyone, since you want to see the truth, then watch until the end."
In the fra, because Old Shi's phone hadn't disconnected, the cara was aid exactly at the direction of the backyard.
The beams of flashlights swung around chaotically.
Several police officers, holding shovels, began digging up the cent ground under the dead old locust tree.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
Every dull thud felt like it was striking the hearts of the audience.
The fifty thousand-plus people in the livestream room were, at this mont, not sending a single barrage; everyone was holding their breath, staring at the layers of soil being peeled away.
Two minutes later.
A police officer suddenly stopped his movents, his voice trembling. "Report… we found it."
Although the cara was a bit blurry, everyone could see that in that deep pit, a piece of rotten blue fabric was exposed, along with a small skeleton curled into a ball.
That was the school uniform Little Stone was wearing when he went missing five years ago.
"Beast!!!"
The barrage in the livestream room exploded after the silence; it was anger that had built up to the extre.
"I'm crying, really, how can there be such a father?"
"Great Master, please accept my bow! You are acting on behalf of Heaven!"
"This is no longer fortune-telling, this is a trial!"
The System notification sound was frantically flooding Zhang Xuanyao's mind.
【Ding! Detected extre anger, shock value 5,000!】
【shock value 5,000!】
【shock value 10,000!】
...
【shock value has achieved a Breakthrough of 500,000! Obtained one Silver Lucky Draw chance!】
Zhang Xuanyao looked at that small skeleton on the screen, his eye sockets slightly heating up.
He turned his head to look at the clay statue in the altar, whispering.
"Patriarch, is the incense money this ti enough to buy you two of the thickest incense sticks?"
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