Dad, open the door. I'll bring your mistress back for you.

"Miss Wan is beautiful and kind-hearted. She is simply a fairy from heaven!" Someone suddenly shouted loudly among the long queue of people waiting to get porridge.

This voice was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing ripples. The people around focused their eyes on Shen Jingwan and kept responding to her.

"That's right. The storytellers all said that such beautiful and kind-hearted gods all came from the lower world to experience tribulations. When their merits are fulfilled, they will return to heaven and join the ranks of immortals!" Another person took over the conversation.

"In my opinion, Miss Wan looks like the reincarnation of the compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva." Another voice came out.

"What Guanyin Bodhisattva? I think it's more like the Queen Mother of the West." Someone next to him immediately retorted.

At the front of the line was a little girl with pigtails. She blinked her big, watery eyes and looked up at Shen Jingwan curiously. She asked timidly, "Sister, they all say you're a fairy from heaven. Can you really fly to the sky?"

Shen Jingwan bent down slightly, looked at the little girl gently, with a faint smile on her lips.

She neither admitted nor denied everyone's speculation and inquiries.

However, when it was her turn to serve porridge to the little girl, she just waved the spoon in her hand lightly, and instead of giving others a spoonful of porridge, she gave the little girl a full spoonful and a half.

The thick porridge was almost overflowing from the edge of the bowl. Fortunately, a kind-hearted person nearby quickly reached out to help hold the bowl, thus preventing the porridge from spilling all over the floor.

Seeing this scene, the crowd suddenly exploded, everyone whispered to each other, and the sound of discussion rose one after another.

"Look, our guess was right. Miss Wan is indeed a deity who came down from heaven to experience trials and tribulations!"

For a moment, all kinds of praises flooded towards Shen Jingwan like a tide, but she just continued to scoop porridge for everyone, facing everyone with a smile, and with her white dress, she was like a holy lotus blooming in the world.

Some people even knelt on the ground, kowtowed and bowed repeatedly, muttering, "Please have mercy on us and save us!"

However, facing this scene, Shen Jingwan did not order anyone to help those kneeling on the ground up.

On the contrary, she seemed to be extremely pleased with the humble attitude of the crowd, and a smug smile appeared on her face.

Anyone who came to her to receive rice porridge could get more porridge than others as long as they shouted "living immortal" or "living bodhisattva" loudly.

Seeing this scene, Shen Chuning in the carriage not far away couldn't help but show disdain on her face. After a cold and sarcastic smile, she opened her red lips slightly and said softly, "That's enough."

As soon as she finished speaking, Birui beside her immediately got off the carriage.

Soon, whispers and discussions began to be heard among the crowd.

I heard someone narrate in a vivid voice: "Do you know? Listen to the storyteller, those gods who came down to the mortal world to experience suffering couldn't bear to see mortals suffer from illness and pain, so they sacrificed their own flesh and blood to feed mortals. Because of this, there is no more illness in the world."

Upon hearing this, another person asked suspiciously, "If this immortal uses his own flesh and blood to feed others, wouldn't his own life be in danger?"

The man who had spoken earlier quickly shook his head and explained, "I'm a deity, how could I care about my mortal body? Besides, if I don't save people, how can I be considered a perfect deed? Then my journey to the mortal world would be in vain."

"Isn't Miss Wan saving lives by giving out porridge? This is a huge good deed!" someone said with a puzzled look on his face.

"Hmph, so what if we give out porridge? It's not saving lives at all! Xiao Sanzi also drank the porridge that Miss Wan personally scooped out yesterday, but what was the result? He still died this morning, and his whole body was almost rotten!" Another person retorted indignantly.

"Isn't Miss Wan the legendary fairy? Why won't you save us mortals?" another person cried.

"Who knows? Maybe she just looks down on us and is unwilling to use her own flesh and blood to save us poor people." The person next to him sighed in agreement.

"If we eat her flesh and blood, can our illness really be cured?" At this time, a thin man muttered to himself with a hint of madness in his eyes.

"Of course! We called her a fairy just now, and she agreed." The people next to him nodded in agreement.

Before he finished speaking, the man suddenly pulled out a sharp knife from his arms as if he had made up his mind, and then ran forward desperately.

As he ran, he shouted, "Even if you don't want to save people, I'm going to pull you down from the altar! I want to live!"

At this time, the people in the front of the line were not clear about what had happened. They only felt a huge push from behind them, which instantly made them unable to stand steadily.

Shen Jingwan, who was standing far away, saw the chaotic and crowded scene and couldn't help but feel extremely anxious. She quickly raised her voice to persuade them, "Don't worry, everyone, line up properly. Everyone will get porridge!"

However, her cries were quickly drowned out by the noisy crowd.

"I don't want any of that crap porridge! I just want to survive!" The man holding the sharp blade continued to rush forward like crazy, completely ignoring the obstruction and exclamations of the people around him.

"Everyone, hurry up! Eating the flesh and blood of that immortal can cure diseases!" The roar exploded in the air like thunder, and even Shen Jingwan could clearly hear this crazy and terrifying voice.

Shen Jingwan's heart instantly became flustered, and her face turned pale as paper because of fear.

She retreated back again and again, looking in horror at the crowd surging around her.

At this moment, the man holding the sharp hatchet had squeezed in front of her, and the shiny blade was flashing a chilling light.

At this critical moment, Shen Jingwan's instinct for survival made her react quickly.

She hurriedly grabbed someone next to her, and without even having time to see who it was, she pulled the person in front of her without hesitation.

There was only a scream, and the man's shoulder was hit hard by the hatchet. Blood gushed out and splashed everywhere.

When Shen Jingwan looked carefully, she found that the person she was using as a shield was actually the little maid from the Shen family who had followed her to distribute porridge.

At this moment, the poor little maid was so pale with pain that her body was shaking, as if she would fall down at any time.

However, when Shen Jingwan saw that the little maid was no longer able to defend herself from the attack, she immediately threw her aside without mercy, and then quickly grabbed another person from the side and blocked him in front of her again.

At the same time, the other servants of the Shen family were stunned by the sudden change and stood there in a daze, at a loss as to what to do.