The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

Ling sighed gently. “If you’re here, please help her. Lady Zhu is your most devout believer.”

Xiao Huailu then heard a voice only she could hear in her ears.

“I’m Zhu and I’m fifty two. Please forgive me for bothering you. I have only had one daughter in my entire life and she’s been missing since eight years ago. I’m not hoping for her to be alive. I only want to see her again if she’s alive and to see her body if she’s dead. I’ll be willing to serve you forever after I die. Please help me.” The old woman cried as her body shook.

“What is that?” The young boy saw a book appearing silently in the center of the hall.

That book was letting out beams of light and it seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

The young boy walked forward to the center.

He lifted his hand and touched the book.

…

“Stth…” The young boy withdrew his hand abruptly and his eyes lowered slightly.

He was about to say “how dare you” but he didn’t.

He only felt that the air around him was giving him huge pressure.

The aura around the book seemed warm and gentle, but when he touched it, his hand was injured and covered in blood. At that moment, the entire hall became cold.

As if a chilling viciousness drifted by.

Xiao Huailu ignored him. She instantly climbed onto the seat in the center. She just felt this seat was extremely comfortable to sit on.

She lifted her hand and the book automatically floated to her.

She could reach it by just raising her hand.

The young boy…

The book had double standards.

Xiao Huailu smiled at him with embarrassment, but this smile seemed more like a provocation.

She opened the book.

The book read, “Zhu begs to find her dearest daughter.” Her birthday was also marked on it and the information was extremely detailed.

The young boy’s eyes glittered and he couldn’t help but look at this childish kid in front of him carefully.

This place was evil and weird, as if everything was restricting him, but it looked like that girl was given some special treatment?

The young boy looked around and reached his hands towards a table. As expected, his hands went through the table.

He thought he had probably gone to a different world.

“She’s just an ant. You’re really going to help her?” The young boy frowned slightly and looked at the old woman without a hint of empathy. There was indifference in his eyes, as if he was looking at an animal.

“She deserves it.” Xiao Huailu didn’t feel good, when she thought about the woman serving the Palace of Salvation for eight years.

The young boy immediately went silent. He only crossed his arms and looked at her indifferently.

Xiao Huailu pondered for a while. The old lady was kneeling on the floor with an upright body to draw Kau Chim sticks respectfully.

“Lady Zhu, please stop. My grandpa once told me only people destined to get a Kau Chim stick can get it.” The Kau Chim sticks here were very famous.

Only people who were destined to get a Kau Chim stick could get one. If not, there wouldn’t be even one stick dropping from the bucket after three days and three nights.

Of course, if you did it casually, you could even pour the lots all out.

But it wouldn’t work.

“You’ve already tried for eight years, and over all those times, you’ve never…”

“Clack.” As she spoke, a Kau Chim stick suddenly dropped out.

The old woman was still dumbfounded and hadn’t reacted, but Ling had already rushed forward and picked up the lot in shock. “Lady Zhu, you drew a bad Kau Chim stick.”

A bad Kau Chim stick.

The old woman froze for a second and took a deep breath. “I’m already happy to get a response. Even if it’s a bad Kau Chim stick, I’ll accept it. Please explain to me, Miss Ling.”

Ling looked at her anxiously.

“It says that you should go east after walking out of the door. Cross the river if you see one and climb over the mountain if you see one. The first person you meet and the first sentence he’s going to say will give you the answer.”