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In the past two months, the local branches of the State Security Bureau have received more than 300 reports of young women going missing in Xianbei River while traveling in Xianbei.
Amber was already in a terrible predicament.
Seeing that someone from the Immortal Stele Clan was seeking help in Wan Jiao's live stream, he immediately sent Wan Jiao a text message, briefly explaining the situation.
After reading Anbo's text message, Wan Jiao called out "Fangfang's mother" and said, "Donate the 1,000 yuan divination fee to the Shengguo Charity Federation."
"Fangfang's Mother": [Okay, Master]
After "Fangfang's mother" donated the money and posted a screenshot, Wanjiao sent her a private message: I will come in person to help with your daughter's matter.
Fangfang's mother was flattered and replied to Wanjiao: Master, this is my phone number. When will you arrive? I'll come pick you up.
Wan Jiao: It'll be either tonight or tomorrow. No need to answer. I'll call you when I arrive.
"Fangfang's mother": Thank you, Master.
Wan Jiao didn't reply. She directly disconnected the connection and said to the viewers in the live stream, "That's the end of today's live stream. See you tomorrow."
After ending the live stream, Wan Jiao made a call to Amber, "Director An, what's the situation with the missing young girl from Xianbei River? How..."
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Wan Jiao talked to Amber for a full five minutes before she understood the general situation. After hanging up, she looked at Xiao Lejin and said, "Xiao Jin, go and wake Qi Mingyu and the others up."
"Auntie, are you sure I should go?" Xiao Lejin blinked her big, dark eyes and asked Wan Jiao, "Aren't you afraid I'll scare them?"
"Don't worry." Wan Jiao said, ruffling the little girl's hair. "I need to draw a talisman, so thank you for your trouble."
"Okay~" The little girl toddled out of the room with her short legs.
Wan Jiao took out cinnabar, talisman paper, and a brush from her canvas bag. Then, using her own blood as "ink," she drew one talisman after another with fluid movements, infusing them with spiritual power.
With the blessing of spiritual power, the talisman's power was even greater than before.
Before long, Wan Jiao had finished a large stack (two or three hundred drawings).
She quickly tidied up the things on the table, stuffed them into her canvas bag, got up and walked to the window of the presidential suite to gaze into the distance.
When Wan Jiao first descended the mountain, her mind was solely focused on accumulating merit for ascension and giving birth to the heir of Nanshan Temple. Now, in just a few short days, her heart has quietly taken on the concerns of all living beings...
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