The people all shouted to Shen Qingwu expectantly, hoping that she would notice them.

Although they did not trust Shen Qingwu's divination skills very much, as long as she came to Wangyue Tower, she would definitely tell people's fortunes for free. If it's free, they would rather miss it.

“Miss Shen, look at me, I have something to ask!”

“Miss Shen, please tell me when I can get into high school!”

“Miss Shen, please see when my wife can give birth to a son!”

“Miss Shen…”

Everyone pushed forward, shouting at the top of their lungs what they wanted to ask.

No one dared to flock here yesterday because they were afraid that the Grand Historian, who was appointed by the emperor, would extort money.

Fortunately, someone tried it yesterday and it really was free, so when Shen Qingwu appeared on this street today, everyone rushed over, hoping that they would be the chosen one today.

The people were too enthusiastic, and those who were looking for their sons were too anxious, so everyone was crowded together.

Soon someone was pushed to the ground.

No one noticed the person who fell to the ground. Everyone was still pushing towards Shen Qingwu like crazy.

The man lying on the ground was about to stand up when a foot stepped on his back and he fell back down.

No one could see him.

Someone stepped on his leg again.

He groaned, raised his hands with difficulty and desperately protected his head, closed his eyes weakly, and decided to leave like this. Anyway, his wife and daughter had been missing for three years without a trace, and they were probably in great danger. If he died like this, perhaps the family could be reunited.

Just when he thought he was going to die here today, suddenly a red oil-paper umbrella flew towards the crowd, and the tip of the umbrella knocked away the person who was rushing towards him and wanted to step on him.

In an instant, the man was knocked flying, and the people behind him who wanted to rush forward were knocked down one after another.

The crowded crowd was finally stopped by the huge noise.

Shen Qingwu, dressed in red, flew out of the carriage like a fairy from the sky, caught the oil-paper umbrella that was about to fall to the ground, and stood beside the person who was pushed down.

The oil-paper umbrella opened instantly in her hand, blocking the scorching sun above her head and also blocking the sight of some people.

She turned around and looked at the person lying on the ground. The person was slowly lowering his head and looked back in disbelief.

At that moment, he seemed to see an immortal descending to the world and the Buddha's light shining everywhere.

"Today, you are the destined one." Shen Qingwu gave him a kind smile.

Xiao Qingyi finally reacted and summoned the guards from Wangyue Tower to maintain order.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't expect today's situation." Xiao Qingyi pushed through the crowd and walked in front of Shen Qingwu.

"I didn't expect that someone would almost die. I was trying to do a good thing, but causing a loss of life goes against the purpose." Shen Qingwu looked back at the people who were standing still and not daring to move.

"Unless there are special circumstances, I will come to Wangyue Tower every day. If there is nothing life-threatening to ask, everyone can go home. There is no need to rush today. You can come here to line up tomorrow." Shen Qingwu's tone was cold and majestic, and the deterrent power of the tiger's roar penetrated everyone's bones, making people feel afraid.

"But if someone dies, it will be difficult for me to tell fortunes for everyone for free." Shen Qingwu said majestically.

The people all lowered their heads.

The streets that were bustling and crowded just now fell into deathly silence.

Xiao Qingyi signaled the guards behind her to help the frail man up from the ground. The man stole a glance at Shen Qingwu and immediately lowered his head, not daring to look directly at her. Then he knelt down without hesitation, "Miss Shen, I want to find my daughter and wife..."

"Let's talk inside." Shen Qingwu walked towards Wangyue Tower with an umbrella.

The person who was trampled hurriedly limped and endured the pain to catch up, and the crowd automatically made way for him.

Not until the red figure disappeared from sight did someone among the crowded people finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Miss Shen was so scary just now."

"Yes, it's even more unbearable to look at than when the emperor left the palace for a sacrifice."

"Shh, don't talk nonsense!"

…

"I am Luo Sheng, twenty-one years old this year. Three years ago, my five-year-old daughter went missing. My wife and I went out to look for her. A month later, my wife also went missing. Some people saw my daughter being taken away by a beggar, and some people said that my wife went away with several men voluntarily. I know she would not abandon me. Those men must have deceived her with the clues about my daughter..." Luo Sheng sat awkwardly on the chair, and wanted to kneel down and beg Shen Qingwu.

Shen Qingwu raised his hand to stop him.

She saw his past.

He didn't lie.

Luo Sheng became increasingly uneasy and nervous.

Shen Qingwu helped him sit down with his right hand.

His future is dark and he can't see any more.

Shen Qingwu focused slightly and told fortunes based on her daughter's birth date.

The fingertips were burning, Shen Qingwu raised his eyes suddenly, it was a fatal disaster.

"Miss Shen..." Seeing Shen Qingwu's face change, Luo Sheng's voice was filled with tears.

Shen Qingwu felt as if something was weighing on his heart and it was difficult for him to breathe.

The child died less than a month after he went missing, but she couldn't find out where his soul had gone with her current abilities, but the soul had eventually gone into the underworld.

His wife is still alive, but not doing well, and there are disturbances where she is trapped.

Shen Qingwu has never been very tactful, but this time, he didn't know how to tell the man in front of him the result of his calculation.

Just by looking at the man's face, one could tell that he hadn't had a good night's sleep or a full meal for a long time. He was pale and thin, and the light in his eyes was blurred. It had just been bright for a moment, but it quickly faded with Shen Qingwu's silence.

Luo Sheng finally couldn't hold on any longer and slid off the chair and knelt on the ground. Sometimes silence is the most straightforward answer.

He held his head and grabbed his sparse hair tightly, hunched his body and pressed his forehead to the ground. His dull and suppressed sobs made people feel sad.

Xiao Qingyi looked at Shen Qingwu nervously, patted her shoulder, and asked silently: Is the person really dead?

Shen Qingwu closed her eyes, her eyes moist. She squatted down and took Luo Sheng's arm. "Don't be too sad. Your wife should still be alive. I'm sorry, but I can't figure out where she is today, and I don't know if she can hold on until we find her."

The man, bent like a shrimp, suddenly raised his hand, forgetting the rules of etiquette and hierarchy, and grabbed Shen Qingwu's arm with force, looking at her anxiously, "Is what you said true? Is my wife still alive?"

Shen Qingwu pursed his lips and nodded, "Alive."

Suffering while alive.

The man wiped away his tears and said, "Then, I, my daughter..."

Shen Qingwu shook his head.

She stopped Xiao Qingyi from pulling the man away and looked at him calmly.

The man burst into tears, "Can I wait until my wife comes back?"

After searching for three years, he realized that his humble and weak strength could not accomplish this task.