49: Chapter 49 The Last Divination of the Day! A Desperate Father!

These words left the hundreds of thousands of viewers in the live stream completely convinced.

"The Master is right! You never know what's in someone's heart!"

"This really taught me a lesson tonight. I'm going to go check my attic right now!"

"Thank you, Master, for saving my life! Just followed!"

Amidst a wave of "positive energy" comments, Su Yun disconnected the call with Chen Xinyi.

He picked up his thermos, took a sip of water, and cleared his throat.

He had shouted too hard just now; his throat felt a bit parched.

"Alright, brothers."

"We have one last reading left for tonight."

"Same old rules: let's drop the Lucky Bag."

Su Yun tapped his finger, and a red Lucky Bag appeared on the screen once again.

After two such intense livestreams, the number of viewers in the stream had now surpassed the 500,000 mark!

Countless people stared at the Lucky Bag, their fingers tapping the screen frantically.

Everyone wanted to be the lucky one chosen by Su Yun.

After all, this was a Master who could save lives!

Three minutes later, the Lucky Bag draw results were out.

The winner's ID was "Searching for Kin Across Ten Thousand Miles, Li Guohua."

Seeing this name, Su Yun raised an eyebrow slightly.

There were no flashy usernames or silly profile pictures.

The profile picture was a black-and-white, one-inch photo of a chubby-cheeked little boy, smiling very sweetly.

"It seems this is another person with a story," Su Yun muttered softly before clicking the connection request.

A few seconds later, the video connected.

The scene that appeared on the screen made the previously laughing and joking chat room go silent instantly.

The background was a dilapidated van.

The seats inside the van had been removed, replaced by a dirty mattress, and the space was piled high with boxes of instant noodles and mineral water.

The windows, the body of the van, and even the roof were plastered with yellowing missing person notices.

And sitting in front of the camera was an old man who looked to be in his sixties.

If one looked closely, his features weren't actually that old, but his messy, graying hair and the deep, ravine-like wrinkles on his face made him look at least twenty years older than his actual age.

His eyes were cloudy and tired, revealing a sense of deep despair.

The jacket he wore was washed until it turned white, and the collar was completely frayed.

In his hand, he was clutching that photo, which had been enlarged countless times.

In the photo was the very same chubby-cheeked little boy.

"M-Master, hello."

Li Guohua's voice was terribly hoarse.

He appeared very uneasy, rubbing his calloused hands against his pant legs repeatedly, as if he didn't know where to put them.

"I saw them say that you are very accurate…"

"I just want to ask, can my son still be found?"

Li Guohua held the photo in his hand up to the camera, his hand trembling slightly.

"His name is Li Le, nickname Lele."

"He was lost at the train station twelve years ago."

"He was only four years old back then, just learning to recite ancient poetry…"

At this point, this weather-beaten man's eyes suddenly turned red.

But he forced himself to hold back the tears, only sniffing hard.

"For these twelve years, I have traveled all over the country."

"I've run three vans into the ground, sold my house, and sold my land."

"The boy's mother developed depression three years ago; she couldn't hold on and passed away."

Li Guohua's voice was very soft and flat.

It was as if he were telling someone else's story.

But every word felt like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of the hundreds of thousands of viewers in the live stream.

"Before she left, she held my hand and said, 'You must bring Lele back.'"

"Even if it's… even if it's just to see his corpse, he must be brought home to his roots!"

Li Guohua took a deep breath, his eyes revealing a deathly persistence.

"Master, I am not afraid of death, and I am not afraid of suffering."

"I am only afraid that if I die on the road, there will be no one left to look for him."

"Please help me see, is this child still alive?"

"As long as you tell me where he is, I am willing to trade even my own life for it!"

In the live stream, no one was making jokes anymore.

Even those keyboard warriors who usually loved to argue were silently keeping their mouths shut.

The full-screen gift effects stopped.

Replacing them was a screen filled with "tears" and "keep going."

"The uncle has had it so hard…"

"Twelve years! How many twelve years can a person have in their life?"

"Human traffickers truly deserve to be sliced into a thousand pieces!"

"Master, you must help him!"

Su Yun looked at Li Guohua on the screen and did not speak immediately.

His fingers tapped lightly on the desktop, and golden light flickered in his deep eyes.

The system panel had already unfolded the moment Li Guohua connected.

[Name: Li Guohua] [Age: 46 (Looks like he is in his sixties due to overwork)] [Occupation: None]

[Recent Fortune: Great Misfortune (Suffering from advanced uremia without knowing it; the vehicle is about to break down completely in an uninhabited area. Without intervention, he will die of illness on the path of searching for his son in half a month)]

[Past: Originally had a happy family. Twelve years ago, his beloved son Li Le was lost at the train station, and he embarked on a long journey to find his son. He exhausted his family fortune, his wife committed suicide three years ago due to depression, and he has endured hardships alone…]

[Future: Originally, his fate line would end in half a month, failing to see his son one last time before death, and his remains would be left unattended…]

[Sin Value: 0] [Detailed Crimes: None (He has been honest and dutiful his whole life, a truly kind person, yet he has been toyed with by fate)]

Su Yun's gaze swept over this information, and he felt a wave of sorrow in his heart.

This is fatherly love—as heavy as a mountain, yet as humble as a blade of grass.

He continued to look down, his gaze falling on the most critical information column. It displayed the information for Li Le, whom he was looking for.

[Target Person: Li Le (Former Name: Li Xiaobao)] [Status: Alive] [Current Location: …]

Seeing that location information, Su Yun's fingers, which had been tapping on the desk, suddenly stopped.

His brow furrowed sharply, and a trace of complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

Silence. He remained silent for a full minute.

Li Guohua looked at Su Yun's solemn expression, and his heart sank bit by bit.

That feeling of waiting for a verdict was more painful than being sliced to death.

"M-Master?"

Li Guohua's voice was trembling, "Is there no hope?"

"If there is no hope, just tell me directly."

"I… I can take it."

Although he said this, his hand gripping the photo had turned white at the knuckles from excessive force.

Su Yun looked at his crumbling appearance and sighed inwardly.

The cruelest thing in this world is to give someone hope and then personally extinguish it.

But fortunately, this time it was not despair.

It was just… this truth was a bit hard to accept.

Su Yun took a deep breath, adjusted his sitting posture, and looked directly at Li Guohua in the camera.

"Old brother."

Su Yun's voice was not loud, but it was exceptionally clear.

"Are you planning to drive south right now?"

Li Guohua was stunned for a moment and nodded subconsciously, "Yes, I heard from a fellow patient that they seemed to have seen a child who looked like Lele in Guangdong Province, and I was planning to go there…"

"Stop the car."

Su Yun interrupted him directly. His tone carried an indisputable firmness, along with a sigh that others couldn't quite understand.

"Pull over."

"You're going in the wrong direction."