Ning An's Wild Wish System

The original angry curses from the two phones suddenly vanished, replaced by a dead silence.

They had just been warmly inquiring about each other’s relatives, and were even going to the extent of asking for addresses to help fix water meters...

But now, their silence was deafening.

Without waiting for either side to speak, Ning An directly hung up on the scammer.

After all, a scammer who isn’t from Dragon Country wouldn’t have a heart.

After a while, the telemarketer finally spoke with a trembling voice:

"Sir... sir, are you okay?"

The telemarketer no longer had the confidence he had earlier, his tone was now filled with regret and fear.

However, on the other end of the line, except for the screams of passersby, there was a deathly silence.

After another half minute, Ning An picked up the phone again and anxiously said: "Hello, are you a relative of the phone owner?"

"I’m not, I’m not..."

The telemarketer frantically waved his hand in refusal, almost making his hand a blur on the other end of the line.

However, Ning An smirked, seriously said: "The phone owner is currently unconscious. If you are not a relative or friend of the owner, please proceed directly to the police station and..."

"Beep beep beep..."

Before Ning An could finish speaking, the other side quickly hung up, as if the phone was a hot potato.

In an instant, the world was quiet again.

The livestream audience was stunned, and when they finally reacted, streams of "666" filled the chat.

"Whoa, awesome!"

"Imagine, the person who warmly greeted you just now gets hit by a car in the blink of an eye and dies. How would you feel?"

"If he’s still human, even if he’s asleep in the middle of the night, he would wake up in shock, slap himself twice, and shout that profound truth: I deserve to die!"

"Telemarketer: I deserve to die!"

The livestream audience was completely floored by Ning An’s slick maneuver, and countless gifts instantly flooded the screen.

From the beginning, they had guessed that Ning An would connect the scam and telemarketing calls at the same time, and were ready to watch the drama unfold.

The situation unfolded just as they expected, only the seamless interaction between the scammer and the telemarketer left them a bit surprised.

They thought that when the two started warmly greeting each other’s parents, the show would end.

But who would have thought that Ning An had another trick up his sleeve!

He gave the other side a psychological shadow, making a big reveal right at the start?!

If nothing unexpected happens, those two will live under this shadow for the rest of their lives. Changing jobs is a minor matter; they might even need to see a psychologist regularly.

Amazing!

Even if Yama himself came, he would give Ning An a nod of respect.

At the same time, as the livestream was bubbling in excitement, at the foot of Changchun Temple.

A pickup truck was hurrying towards Changchun Temple.

In the back of the pickup, a few cages were fixed to the bed, and inside the cages were several lively dogs.

The driver of the truck was a young man in his twenties, dressed in a suit.

He floored the accelerator, the pickup roaring as it sped up the mountain.

Seeing Changchun Temple in the near distance, the man’s face revealed an expression of relief.

He had come here specifically to make a wish at Changchun Temple.

But his wish was not for people, but for the dogs behind him.

Yes, it was for these dogs!

The dogs he had brought were not only the ones he and his wife raised but also those raised by his parents.

Originally, these dogs were all fine, but recently, for some unknown reason, they all fell sick. No matter how they were treated, they wouldn’t get better.

With no other choice, he brought these dogs to Changchun Temple.

He then unconsciously recalled what his family had said to him.

"Cheng Jialei, if these dogs come back from the wish at Changchun Temple and they’re still sick, we’ll have to have them humanely put down."

Thinking of these words made Cheng Jialei shiver involuntarily.

Generally, dog owners are very fond of small animals and can tolerate minor issues.

Cheng Jialei naturally could endure it.

After all, he was basically at work all the time, and when the dogs got sick, he wasn’t home, so by the time he returned, they were usually back to normal.

But this was tough on his parents and wife; his parents were semi-retired and basically living the leisurely life of seniors.

His wife, on the other hand, was a full-time online novelist, staying home every day to write.

The purpose of having dogs was to avoid being lonely at home, to hear some noise so the house wouldn’t be so quiet.

But his wife just wanted to hear some noise, not for the dogs to act as if they were seriously ill, causing chaos in the house.

"No matter what, if after making a wish at Changchun Temple they’re still like this, then humane euthanasia it is."

The man took a deep drag of his cigarette.

Although he had feelings for all these dogs and liked them very much, compared to his family, he naturally had to make sacrifices.

With this thought, he stepped on the accelerator again, heading straight for Changchun Temple.

...

After a while, Cheng Jialei arrived at the gates of Changchun Temple.

He parked the car, looked at the dog cages, hesitated for a moment, and didn’t take them directly inside but walked in himself first.

After all, among the incense burners, there might be some who are afraid of dogs. Their post-2000 generation may not have had the best circumstances, but their hearts are in the right place.