Chapter 29: Chapter Twenty-Nine: Something Is Definitely Wrong!

Seeing the Cheng Family members smoothly deal with the assassins, An Luo only then got out of the car with relief.

She had only walked a few steps when a flash of strong light blinded her eyes.

The next moment, a burst of urgent screeching brakes rang out.

"Ah—"

In the Live Stream Room, Yu'an heard the sound and sprang to his feet in an instant, anxiously shouting in his heart.

【Fairy Sister, are you okay?!】

【Fairy Sister?!】

Getting no response, Yu'an was instantly at a loss. His big eyes were filled with worry, anxiety, and unease, and fine beads of sweat quickly broke out across his forehead and the tip of his nose.

What should he do?

Fairy Sister wouldn't have gotten into trouble, would she!

The little one's panicked expression, unable to sit still with nervous agitation, drew the attention of Cheng Old Madam beside him.

She beckoned the little one over.

"What's wrong, Yu'an? Is some part of you feeling unwell?"

The little one hurriedly grabbed her sleeve and spoke incoherently.

"Great-Great-Grandmother, Fairy Sister suddenly disappeared. I think... I can't find her."

Cheng Old Madam gently patted his back, soothing him.

"Don't rush, don't rush. Take your time and tell me."

Yu'an clutched her hand and quietly told her what had just happened.

"You're saying you heard a huge noise, the Immortal shouted once, and after that you couldn't hear anything at all?"

"Great-Great-Grandmother, did something happen to Fairy Sister?"

The little one was so anxious his eyes turned red, his heart filled with deep self-reproach.

He was so useless. Fairy Sister had helped them so much, yet when she ran into trouble, he couldn't be of any help at all.

In front of the Ancestors too, he was always a drag on everyone.

An Luo absolutely could never have imagined that the fall she took planted a seed in the little one's heart.

Yu'an tightly clenched his small fists, and on his childish face, a trace of firmness and stubbornness appeared.

He would no longer be a burden to his Ancestors and Fairy Sister!

He would work hard to become stronger!

Taking in his expression, Cheng Old Madam felt both heartache and a pang of bitterness.

The little one, who had been shielded so thoroughly from the day he was born, was going to grow up.

But this growing up had been forced upon him.

Cheng Old Madam rubbed the little one's head, suppressed the ache in her heart, and lowered her eyes in thought for a while.

People have good and bad, so Immortals must surely also be divided between kind and evil. But they didn't even know where the Immortal was — what help could they possibly offer?

They could only hope the Immortal would have a smooth journey.

Thinking this, she held the little one close and gently comforted him.

"Don't worry. The Immortal is so powerful — she'll definitely be fine."

Perhaps they could also do their part?

Isn't there a folk legend that Immortals rely on incense offerings and the faith of believers to enhance their Immortal arts?

It seemed that once they reached Beihuang City, the matter of worship must be hastened as well.

What Cheng Old Madam had just said was quite right — An Luo was indeed fine, but her phone was not!

She looked, still shaken, at the car stopped in front of her, hurriedly stood up, ran to the other side of the car, and picked up her phone.

"Sorry about that, miss, are you okay? We didn't see you just now."

A man and a woman got out of the car and jogged over to her side. The two of them looked like a couple.

The two looked at An Luo apologetically, apologizing nonstop.

"We're really sorry."

The man suggested, "How about this — we'll take you to the hospital for a full checkup."

The woman also nodded in agreement.

"That's right, we'll take you to the hospital."

"I'm fine."

An Luo was busy checking her phone and tossed off a reply in between.

From that fall just now, the phone screen had already shattered. She didn't know if it could still turn on.

If the phone was broken, would she never be able to see Zaituan again in the future?

The moment this thought arose, An Luo's heart felt terribly blocked, and she became very irritable.

"Come on, let's go to the hospital first."

The woman spoke as she reached out to grab An Luo's arm.

An Luo dodged her hand.

"What are you pulling me for? I already told you, I'm fine."

Their car hadn't actually hit her at all just now.

She had only tripped and fallen while stepping back to dodge.

The man wore an expression of "How can you be so ungrateful."

"We're doing this for your own good too. Get a checkup at the hospital, and then both sides can rest easy, right?"

"What if something goes wrong with you later, and then you try to extort us?"

The girl pulled him and shook her head at him.

"That's a nasty thing to say."

Then she looked at An Luo.

"Miss, online there are lots of cases where people got hit by a car, seemed fine on the spot, but later died of internal bleeding. To be safe, let's still go get a checkup."

An Luo narrowed her eyes.

You also said it was after being hit, but your car didn't even touch me.

Something's off—try again!

"Fine!"

"The nearest hospital here is Number Three Hospital, let's go there!"

The guy instinctively opened his mouth, but the girl spoke first.

"Fine, Number Three Hospital it is."

An Luo secretly sized up the guy.

Was he about to say "no" just now?

An Luo instinctively wanted to call the police, but she had no evidence. These two had nearly hit her and wanted to take her to the hospital for a checkup—to anyone watching, there was nothing wrong with that.

And the hospital she mentioned, they had agreed to it too.

Forget it, she'll find a way to shake them off at the hospital.

An Luo silently tightened her grip on her backpack strap.

Inside were pepper spray and an anti-wolf stun baton.

And her taekwondo training wasn't for nothing!

She and the couple each drove to the hospital. The moment they entered, the guy started bustling about looking for a doctor.

The girl seemingly casually asked a question.

"Oh right, miss, what's your blood type?"

Watching each one of those tests, the suspicion in An Luo's eyes grew stronger. This time she didn't bother hiding her doubt.

"If you want to check whether I have internal injuries, wouldn't a CT scan and an MRI be enough?"

"Why are there blood routine, blood lipids, and liver function tests?"

She watched the two of them warily and demanded sharply.

"Who exactly are you people, and what do you want?!"

"You're not connected to some shady industry, are you?!"

The guy got a little flustered, but still stuck out his neck and shouted.

"Are you crazy? Stop spouting nonsense here! We're paying, kindly helping you get a full checkup—you're not losing out!"

An Luo looked at him with a cold laugh and held up her phone.

"Is that so? Then let's let Police Uncle be the judge."

Hearing this, the two of them showed signs of wanting to back out.

The guy pointed at her, cursing under his breath.

"So ungrateful—taking a kind heart for a donkey's liver and lungs!"

The girl said something.

"Forget it, let's go."

With that, she pulled the visibly unwilling guy out of the hospital's front door.

After those two left, An Luo bandaged her wound, ran to the nearest phone shop, and bought a new phone.

Fortunately, after logging into her account on Duo Yin, Zaituan's Live Stream Room appeared again.

But she only quickly said she was safe, didn't stay in the live stream room long, then took the photos and evidence of those two to the police station.

Those two people definitely have a problem!

Meanwhile, the guy wrenched his arm free from the girl's grip.

Furious, he kicked the curb hard.

"Damn it, that woman was pretty alert!"

"What do we do now? The job's not done—how are we supposed to get the money?"

The girl flashed him a smug smile, took out a tissue from her pocket, with a bloodstain on it.

"Who says it wasn't done?"

"With this, it's more than enough to report back."