Seeing the death omen, An Rugu frowned slightly, and after calculating with her fingers, she felt that something was not good, so she turned to look at Shang Yue who had not left yet, and told her, “Take them to burn three sticks of incense.”

Shang Yue blinked, not quite understanding why she said this. But seeing An Rugu’s focused expression, she felt that there was something unusual about this divination, so she didn’t ask any more questions and obediently led the couple to the main hall.

She put the incense in their hands and explained to them how to do it, “…you bow first, and then put the incense sticks into the incense burner. Remember to put the three incense sticks straight up and at the same heights.”

The three sticks of incense were the same length and thickness, and they must be placed at the same height in the incense burner.

Wu Jingting held the three sticks of incense, feeling a little confused.

They had come to ask An Rugu to find their son. Why did An Rugu ask them to go and offer incense?

Did you need to burn incense to find someone?

This was too strange.

But this was the master’s order, and there might be some disciples nearby. They thought about it and decided to do what Shang Yue said.

She and her husband looked at each other, nodded, and then put the incense sticks in the incense burner.

The embers gradually burned, the incense smoke drifted out, and the air grew filled with the faint smell of incense.

The smoke lingered and floated towards the sky; burning incense helped reach the gods.

For some reason, a gust of breeze blew across Wu Jingting’s face. She was soothed by the cool breeze and gradually became calmer. Her chaotic brain became clear, and she couldn’t help but be surprised.

She had been to some well-known temples and even burned incense there, but she never seemed to have this wonderful feeling before.

… This god enshrined in Cloud Rise Temple seemed to have some spiritual power.

This discovery made her have an impulse. She closed her eyes and began to make a wish, hoping that her son Ding Weihai would be safe and come home soon.

As she made her wish, the embers continued to burn and the incense sticks became shorter and shorter.

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At this time, the husband next to her pointed at the incense burner and asked curiously, “Ah Ting, do you feel that the incense stick in the middle is somehow burning particularly slowly?”

Wu Jingting opened her eyes and looked up at the incense burner, “You’re kidding? Could there be such a thing?”

The incense sticks on the left and right sides burned faster and had become much shorter. The incense stick in the middle did indeed burn slower, and it now stood taller than the others beside it.

“Hey, that’s true!” Wu Jingting was a little surprised. “I obviously put the three incense sticks at the same height, but why does the middle one burn so slowly? Is it a quality problem?”

Next to her, Shang Yue looked at the condition of the incense burner. Remembering what An Ru had told her before, her cheeks turned red and she looked happy. 

“… Oh, you’re going to treat me to a good meal.”

Wu Jingting and his wife were very confused when they heard this. Why would they treat her to a meal?

Then they thought, if An Rugu could help them find their son, then she would be the benefactor of their family, and they would have asked her to dinner without her taking the initiative to make the request.

Wu Jingting quickly said enthusiastically, “Of course, this must be so.”

Wu Jingting’s husband was beaming with joy, “Burning incense brought us a good sign, and my son will definitely come home soon.”

The couple looked at each other and were extremely happy.

But at this moment, Shang Yue’s cold voice came, “When I say a meal, I mean a banquet.”

Wu Yuting and his wife: “???”

Shang Yue was no longer a human being and has inevitably lost the concept of human death. She raised her hand to cover her mouth and said excitedly, “She told me that people are afraid of two short and one long incense sticks. The fact that you burned this kind of incense shows that in your family, someone must be mourned.”

Who was this someone? One could know the answer without needing to guess. Who else could it be other than their son?

Did even the gods think their son was in danger?

Under the ups and downs of their emotions, Wu Jingting and her husband suddenly collapsed. They could only reassure themselves that it was a quality issue with the incense sticks so that they could feel better.

At this time, An Rugu’s voice, as clear as running water hitting a stone, came from a distance, “Your son is not dead yet.”

Wu Jingting and her husband were naturally very happy when they heard this. Their eyes suddenly lit up, and they looked towards the door as if they had found a savior.

An Rugu walked into the main hall, looked at the three sticks of incense in the incense burner in front of her, and came to a conclusion. “…but he is not far from death.”

Wu Jingting and her husband: “…”

This master was good at everything, but how could she talk and breathe heavily…

An Rugu turned her head and looked at them. She was wearing a plain, white shirt and black trousers, and her white skin was a bit dazzling. “Your son, did he tell you where he has gone?”

Wu Jingting thought for a while, took out her mobile phone, and showed her chat messages with her son to An Rugu. “He just graduated from college, and he said that he and his roommates are going on a trip to find ghosts. I don’t know where that is. I feel there shouldn’t be any problem if the four of them went out, so I just let them go without any worries.

But as a result, there has been no news for three days, and no matter how much I called his phone, I couldn’t get through. I called the other parents and found that the three other students have also not returned home and their phones were unreachable.”

Talking about this made her emotional. She wiped away her tears, and with her eyes red and her voice a little hoarse, she said, “Master, I only have this one son. If something happens to him, his father and I will really not be able to survive.”

“I will try my best.” An Rugu took the phone over and looked carefully at the chat history between Ding Weihai and his mother.

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