After Wan Jiao turned off the live stream, she immediately called Amber.
"Xiao Wan, weren't there three spirit artifacts? Why did you end the broadcast after only selling two?" The call was answered instantly, and then Amber's voice came through the receiver to Wan Jiao's ears.
Wan Jiao: "Director An, are you watching my live stream?"
Amber: "Yeah, what about the Crescent Moon Flute? That's a fifth-grade spiritual artifact, aren't you going to sell it?"
Wan Jiao also wants to sell, but all the items are broken, how can she sell them?
Besides, the Special Security Bureau gives her a commission for selling magical artifacts. She can't possibly turn down money.
"Director An, are you still in the station?"
Amber hummed in agreement. "In the office."
Wan Jiao didn't say anything, and went over with Crescent Moon Flute, hanging up the phone.
Amber was wondering why Wan Jiao hung up so suddenly and was about to call back when Wan Jiao appeared in front of his desk.
Amber was genuinely surprised to see her suddenly appear.
He asked, "Xiao Wan, why did you suddenly come here?"
Wan Jiao placed the crescent-shaped flute on the desk, then opened the lid. "Director An, see for yourself."
Amber lowered his eyes, just in time to see the crescent flute broken in the middle. His face immediately paled in shock. "It was perfectly fine when I put it in, and Elder Cui even cast a protective spell on it. How could it break?"
Wan Jiao was also puzzled by this, so she immediately went to the Special Security Bureau after the broadcast ended.
Amber continued, "Xiao Wan, could it be that someone tampered with it on the way to your place?"
“Impossible.” Wan Jiao was particularly confident. “No one can break the spells I created.”
"..." Amber paused for a moment before muttering softly, "Then what exactly happened? This is a fifth-grade spiritual artifact, and it just broke for no reason. Even I have no way to explain this."
Wan Jiao narrowed her eyes. "Director An, the information on this Crescent Moon Flute isn't complete, is it?"
When asked, Amber's expression froze for a moment.
They had already prepared very comprehensive information, yet Wan Jiao still managed to figure it out? Is this what they call 'crushing'?
"Xiao Wan, you figured it out?"
Asking a question you already know the answer to is pointless.
Wan Jiao: "There is only one possibility for the self-destruction of the magical artifact."
Amber looked at Wan Jiao curiously and pressed, "What's possible?"
“The obsession I had attached to it has dissipated,” Wan Jiao said.
This was the first time Amber had heard such a statement, and her expression was priceless.
Wan Jiao's fingertips surged with spiritual power, and with a wave of her hand, a golden light shone on the crescent flute: the once fifth-grade spiritual artifact was now like a pile of junk, with nothing left.
Amber exclaimed, "Even if a magical artifact is destroyed, there are still clues to follow, but this Crescent Moon Flute..."
He hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
“Give me the information,” Wan Jiao replied smoothly. “If the information matches my guess, then I’ll probably know where that ‘obsession’ went.”
Since Wan Jiao had said so, Amber naturally agreed and went to get it.
In less than five minutes, he returned with a top-secret file (information on the Crescent Moon Flute) and handed it to Wan Jiao, saying, "It's all in here."
Wan Jiao took the document, opened it, and quickly skimmed through it. With a grave expression, she said, "Director An, I don't care what methods you use, you must ensure that the entire population of Sheng Kingdom stays away from the sea within three days."
Amber: "???"
He looked completely bewildered, while Wan Jiao continued speaking, "No living person may approach within ten miles of the sea."
Amber knew Wan Jiao all too well, but hearing her say that, he couldn't help but subconsciously ask her, "Wan Jiao, what exactly happened? What will happen if we get close?"
"Death." Wan Jiao looked at An Bo, each word clear, "The kind of death where the soul is scattered."
Amber was startled and immediately took out her phone to make a call.
Wan Jiao packed the relevant information about the Crescent Moon Flute back into her bag, then waved her hand and put the flute into her canvas bag. "Director An, I'm leaving now."
…
Wan Jiao went directly to Qianfoshan Retirement Village this time.
Madam Ouyang's condition is critical. She must go and rescue people first, otherwise she may lose her life when she returns from the seabed.
When Wan Jiao arrived, Ouyang Feihua was pacing back and forth in the courtyard, clearly waiting for her.
Seeing that she had actually arrived, Ouyang Feihua's face lit up with joy. She ran over and grabbed Wan Jiao's wrist, "Master, you've finally arrived."
Wan Jiao couldn't stand the enthusiasm of others, so she subconsciously withdrew her hand and brought up the topic, "Take me to meet your mother."
“Alright, Master, please follow me.” Ouyang Feihua said, leading the way.
Wan Jiao followed her into the house and saw Madam Ouyang sitting in a chair.
Although she is over eighty years old, she looks no more than sixty because she takes good care of herself.
Seeing Ouyang Feihua bring in such a young girl as Wan Jiao, Madam Ouyang said in a very unpleasant tone, "Little girl, do you know who I am? You've even tried to fool me? Aren't you afraid..."
Before Madam Ouyang could finish speaking, Wan Jiao interrupted him meaningfully and asked in a stern voice, "For over thirty years, you've had the same nightmare every night. Do you really think this is just a minor problem?"
For a moment, Madam Ouyang looked surprised.
Her nightmares began the night she gave birth to her daughter, Ouyang Feihua. For all these years, she kept it a secret, even from her husband and children.
At first, she suspected that she had attracted some unclean spirits, so she secretly went to several Taoist temples and Buddhist monasteries to seek help from highly respected masters.
But... all efforts were in vain.
Everyone told her that she was in good health and hadn't been exposed to anything unclean, and that the nightmares were probably just a reflection of her thoughts during the day, and that she should relax.
Perhaps the problem lies with the expert who said this.
If fifty or a hundred experts say the same thing, then it's her problem.
From that moment on, Madam Ouyang never thought about it any further. She repeatedly comforted herself, "It's just a nightmare that lasts a few minutes. Even if it happens every day and every night, so what?"
No one will die, and her body hasn't been harmed, so why worry?
And just like that, more than thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye.
In her eighties, Madam Ouyang felt she had lived a full life.
Even though her time was drawing near, she wasn't too heartbroken; the only thing she couldn't bear to part with was her daughter and grandson.
She actually had another selfish wish: to watch her little grandson grow up.
But life and death are preordained, and wealth and honor are determined by fate. Having practiced medicine for many years, Madam Ouyang must understand this principle.
But after she had resigned herself to the fact that she was going to die, Wan Jiao suddenly appeared and revealed a 'secret matter' that she had never told anyone else.
This rekindled her hope for life.
yes.
Every human being fears death and doesn't want to die. Let alone someone like Madam Ouyang, who still has unfulfilled wishes!
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