An Rugu didn’t mean to mislead or delay things on purpose—it’s only that Liu Sang kept pulling her to talk, so she didn’t have a chance to explain. Anyway, the matter of Jiang Jingjing losing her soul was not particularly serious. 

“Five-emperor coins can stop her from having any more nightmares, and it will make it so that it won’t be easy to lose her soul in the future, but the soul she lost today is still outside.”

Liu Sang’s mind turned and she suddenly realized, “The five-emperor coins only have a preventive effect!”

“En.”

Liu Sang was anxious like an ant on a hot pot. “Then what should we do?”

Without her realizing it, her tone was full of trust in An Rugu—completely different from how she was before.

The village head looked at his energetic granddaughter, scratched his head, and was quite puzzled about the situation. “Why does she look the same as usual when she has lost her soul? She looks quite normal to me.”

“The symptoms of her losing her soul will not appear quickly. After today, she will become less and less energetic.” An Rugu looked down at Jiang Jingjing who was still on the bed, “You lie down first, we will come back soon.”

Jiang Jingjing vaguely felt that they had brought trouble to An Rugu, but she was extremely curious about the topic of losing her soul, and in any case, she wished she could always follow An Rugu and listen to her talk.

But An Rugu said so—she had no choice but to lie on the bed obediently. She drew the quilt up to her face, only revealing a pair of round and watery eyes from the top of the quilt. “Okay~”

……

An Rugu took the village head and Liu Sang to the kitchen.

Under the surprised gazes of the two, she casually filled the iron pot halfway with water, took out three chopsticks from the chopstick holder, and handed them all to Liu Sang. 

“Hold these three chopsticks tightly together, hold them vertically over the center of the iron pot, say Jingjing’s name and tell her to come home quickly. Then pick up a ladle of water with your hand, pour it over the chopsticks, place the chopsticks upright into the water, and the chopsticks will stand up.”

Liu Sang took the chopsticks from An Rugu with clear surprise in her eyes. She wrote down the steps in her heart and stared at the big iron pot with confusion. This iron pot is not a frying pan. How could the chopsticks stand up in the water?

Liu Sang held three chopsticks suspiciously. She called Jiang Jingjing’s name once, as An Rugu instructed, and told her to come home quickly, then picked up a ladle of water, poured water on the chopsticks, and gently inserted them into the pot.

Then, under everyone’s horrified eyes, the three chopsticks did not fall down as they ought to, but instead stood upright!

With no support from anyone, the chopsticks stood upright in the center of the round-bottomed iron pot relying on their own strength.

An Rugu didn’t care about the shocked Liu Sang, but looked at the village head standing next to her. “Village head, do you know where the pond is?”

“Well, of course I know.”

“Go to the pond, call Jingjing to come home quickly. Call her all the way home.”

As soon as the village head heard that he had a task, he quickly agreed. He turned around, ran out, and soon disappeared out the door.

An Ru didn’t go herself—not because she was too lazy to move—but because it was useless for her to go. Calling the soul required relatives who are connected by blood to call it back.

The wandering soul was muddled, with almost no memory, and would only react when it heard the cry of its relatives connected by blood.

Liu Sang, who was standing there in a daze, looked at the three standing chopsticks in front of her that almost certainly violated the laws of physics. Her world view was on the verge of collapse…

Who is she, where is she, what is she doing…

… …

The house was only 500 meters away from the pond, and it took a little over ten minutes to go back and forth. After a while, the village head was on his way back from the pond, walking hurriedly.

“Jingjing, go home!”

The villagers passing by saw the village head shouting everywhere, not knowing that he was shouting for the soul, thinking that he was calling Jingjing to go home for supper—they all smiled and simply passed by.

The village head’s loud shouts came from far to near, and he finally came to the door of the house.

At that point, strange things began happening again.

The moment the village head raised his right foot and stepped onto the iron threshold of the house, Liu Sang saw the three chopsticks in front of her fall down with a slam!

The three chopsticks were stuck together tightly and fell on the edge of the iron pot, with the heads all facing one direction.

Liu Sang looked in the direction pointed by the chopsticks and her eyes widened instantly—isn’t this the direction of the door?

The village chief appeared, just having stepped over from the same threshold the three chopsticks were pointing to, and hurriedly walked towards the kitchen.

He didn’t know that the chopsticks were pointing to him, and because he had been trotting all the way, he was a little out of breath, and said with his hands on his hips, “Did it work?”

With eyes open to yin yang, the peaceful world has become otherworldly. A spirit that looked exactly like Jiang Jingjing hopped along and followed the village head inside the threshold. Without guidance, it went straight to Jiang Jingjing’s room, and then disappeared.

An Rugu closed her eyes, and then slowly opened them again. The world had returned to normal. She nodded slightly. “It’s successful.”

“That’s good, that’s good.” The village head let out a sigh of relief.

Seeing that the matter was settled, An Rugu didn’t stay any longer. “Then do your matters, I will go ahead first.”

Liu Sang originally wanted to cook a meal for An Rugu, but right now she was still in shock and didn’t have the wits to pay attention to what An Rugu said.

When she was about to leave, the village head seemed to have thought of something, and slapped his forehead. 

“By the way, I didn’t know those ancient coins were so useful. I passed down a few coins from my family, but they were all sold. If you want to get some, the old man surnamed Sun in the village likes to collect those things—you can go to him and have a look.”

An Rugu’s eyes lit up when she heard the words. “Okay, I’ll go and have a look in a few days.”

She almost forgot that there was an antique collector in the village, that person was Sun Aiguo. He opened an antique shop in town, and the antiques were all basically collected from the surrounding villages.

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

A little while after she left, Zhang Xiumei, the wife of the village head, came in with a person in a white coat. They walked straight to her granddaughter’s room. “Doctor Sun, my granddaughter has been having nightmares, please take a look. What’s going on, does she need to go to the hospital?” she tells the person anxiously as they walk.

Dr. Sun was a doctor at the health station of their village. He was in his forties and has good medical skills. Zhang Xiumei immediately went to call Dr. Sun after she saw that her granddaughter had a strange disease.

Dr. Sun felt that this matter was a bit tricky, and he was not sure what was to be done, so he strode inside the bedroom, fully expecting to see a little girl lying on the bed sweating profusely.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door, he was greeted with the sight of Jiang Jingjing—the goal and patient—writing at her desk.

Jiang Jingjing wrote while feeling bitterness in her heart. Because of what happened today, her mother asked her to write an 800-word self-criticism.

Haa, just finish writing the assignment soon and hand it in.

Dr. Sun was very surprised. “She seems all right?”

Zhang Xiumei didn’t know what was going on, until the village head said that An Rugu had come, and she suddenly realized. “Oh, she was cured by Xiaogu! She is really awesome, she really is a college student!”

She seemed to be afraid that Dr. Sun would not know who An Rugu is, so she added proudly, “There are too many college students, but that child was the first famous university student in our village, from Nancheng University! That year, she was still the top scorer in our city.”

Village head: “…”

An Rugu did not study medicine.

Dr. Sun had heard of her. After all, he would hear about her every now and then from the villagers who come to the health station; no one could forget her.

Zhang Xiumei withdrew her thoughts, a little embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I bothered you to make this trip in vain.”

However, Liu Sang had a headache and tugged at Dr. Sun, “Dr. Sun, please take a look at me instead, I’m a little frightened.”

Dr. Sun: “…”

Why were the mother and daughter so frightened? Are you both so timid?

Liu Sang met the surprised gaze of the other party and sighed quietly. No one knew what she experienced today.

The things she saw today… it may take her her whole life to get over it.

T/N: I was like Liu Sang when I first read this chapter: dazed, full of goosebumps, feeling like my world view got upended. I made plans to translate the story right then and there lmao.

I Livestream Divination to the World translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

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