Looking at the blank stone tablets covering the mountains and fields, Qin Ming felt a heart-wrenching pain that made it hard for him to breathe.

He turned to look at the elderly man with gray hair and asked, "What is your wish for the rest of your life?"

"Wishes? What wishes could I possibly have at this age?"

The old man said, "If I could really make a wish to heaven, all I would want is to destroy Little Life!"

The words fell.

Qin Ming remained silent, clearly believing that this was essentially impossible.

After all, this is not the chaotic and disorderly era of the past.

"Haha, this was my childhood wish. Now, I just want more Chinese people to know that more than 40 people have died in the 70 mass graves across the country!"

The old man also had to face reality, and spoke of wishes that could potentially be achieved through hard work.

"Sir, your wish has been fulfilled, right now."

Qin Ming took the phone off his chest and let the old man watch the live stream on the screen.

"Right now, there should be hundreds of millions of people watching the Taoist priest's live stream. If it's just one person, that's 100 million families. So your wish has come true."

The old man was also shocked after hearing what Qin Ming said.

Unexpectedly, the kind of opportunistic live stream he thought he was doing actually attracted more than 100 million viewers.

The fans in Chen Xuan's live stream were already too heartbroken to continue crying because of the mine ruins they had just seen.

Upon hearing the old man's wish, everyone started sending comments.

Chen Xuan looked at the old man, but didn't wait for him to say thank you.

Then he blurted out something completely unexpected.

Your wish will not be in vain.

The old man nodded with satisfaction upon hearing Chen Xuan's words, perhaps thinking that Chen Xuan would help him promote the 70 mass graves across the country during the live stream.

Instead of his so-called first wish, to destroy the ordinary life!

"Thank you, Taoist Master. You have great power. We must make sure that people all over the country know about our past history and the pain we have suffered!"

Chen Xuan smiled and nodded.

Chen Xuan then looked at Qin Ming, "Do you have any other doubts?"

Qin Ming shook his head at Chen Xuan, "I am already very grateful that you were able to help me fulfill my wish."

Chen Xuan nodded, and then Qin Ming stepped down from the microphone.

Chen Xuan then sent out the second lucky bag in the live stream.

Only after I finished watching did I check the already churning barrage of comments.

At this moment, the comment section seemed to be filled with arguments.

Some people, despite using Chinese characters as nicknames, utter rebellious and disrespectful words.

Tomorrow in the East: [We live in a peaceful era, and I think things are great. Why are we still dwelling on the remnants of past wars, so many years ago?]

The setting sun casts its light on the sea; [Yes, the scene just now shouldn't have been seen by the child; it could leave a psychological scar.]

[Yes, I suggest closing these mass grave memorial halls. What era are we living in?]

These remarks immediately ignited the anger of the fans in the live stream.

[Damn it, you idiot upstairs! You've only been eating for a few days and you dare to say things like that? If our ancestors hadn't faced the nation's despair and refused to surrender or give up, do you think you'd still be sitting here eating your fill and spouting nonsense?!]

[Are you worried about showing this to children, fearing it might traumatize them? Do you know where the data that the human body is 70% water comes from? It's data obtained from the body of a little girl from Unit 731 after she was dried out!!]

Do you know how to quickly separate the bones and flesh from the human body? First, freeze it, then take it out and rinse it with 20-degree water!

Do you know how many atmospheres of pressure the human body can withstand before it explodes in a confined space?

Do you even know that in a heated, heated floor environment, facing a desperate situation, would a mother choose to step on her daughter's body to survive, or would she choose to hold her daughter while her feet are slowly roasted—a so-called experiment of maternal love?

[Do you even know why Rizi's ointment is so effective? It's developed using data from inhumane biological experiments conducted on the bodies of countless of our compatriots!!]

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