Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 123 - 122: Advanced Techniques for Skewering Candied Hawthorn

Chapter 123: Chapter 122: Advanced Techniques for Skewering Candied Hawthorn

Over there, the girls who had entered the wooden bodies had already vented their anger almost completely.

The entire village was on its last breath, half-dead and barely alive.

Those who had previously been the loudest in their protestations dared not speak now, their eyes filled with deep fear. Their village god had already become a corpse, so what sort of end could they expect?

A few, sensing that things were not boding well, actually tried to commit suicide by biting their own tongues, but were discovered and stopped by the resentful ghosts.

Now, as Mianmian approached, the ghosts lined up and thanked her.

If Mianmian had not come and destroyed the Soul-suppressing Stele, who knows how long they would have been trapped under it, perhaps even having their souls scattered, unable to seek revenge.

The villagers on the ground, with twisted limbs and burst eyeballs, were their finest masterpieces.

Yet this was only a slight release of the ghosts’ resentment. Considering the vast number of people who died in the Pomegranate Garden alone, what was this minor venting against the chief culprits worth?

Just the thought of it made their resentment coalesce once more.

Mianmian, knowing they were still suffering, said, "They should have died a long time ago, now that they’re hooked by the Soul-hooking Rope, I’ll have the Ghost Envoy take them away where they will be sent to Hell to atone for their sins."

The wooden people looked at each other.

Most of them had been gullible, believing the lies of strangers, sold into this hardship for meager benefits or out of excessive kindness.

Therefore, before this, they did not believe that a little infant could give them a chance for revenge.

Now that revenge had become a reality, but to say that these people would continue to suffer in Hell, could it really be true?

One by one, they stared at Mianmian, trying to see if what she said was indeed the truth.

Mianmian first hooked the souls of those who were on the list, tying their spirits to the Soul-hooking Rope, and then chose several of the most severely injured to continue hooking.

"Little Auntie, just leave three or five," Chu Qi interjected from the side.

Keeping a few was for confessions, to give the public an explanation; otherwise, it wouldn’t be easy to justify if the whole village was wiped out when the live-stream started.

Mianmian nodded.

It was only when she saw the faces of these people, she realized that perhaps each one of them deserved to die. It must have been something Liao Yue did during his life to cover these things up, changing the fate of the villagers.

As their souls left their bodies, realizing their end was near and that death wouldn’t release them, the villagers finally began crying and begging for mercy.

"Little Auntie, please spare us, it was Liao Yue who forced us to do these things."

"Yes, yes, I’ve been good to my wife, you can ask her, the one making a racket wanting me to go back, that’s my wife."

"Little Auntie, let us go, we promise never to do such things again."

One by one, they spoke as if they were truly innocent.

Mianmian felt this was vaguely familiar, reminding her of the ghost that had previously possessed her seventh grandchild. She bared her teeth, annoyed, and said, "Don’t treat me like a three-year and six-month-old child; I’m already three years and seven months old now, it’s the grown-up Mianmian!"

Remembering how she nearly got tricked, the ashamed Little Bun added, "If you lie, you’ll go down to Tongue-pulling Hell."

After saying that, she took out the badge that Judge Cui had given her.

"How do I use this?"

The badge bore a single character: Cui.

Mianmian flipped it over, remembering what Cui Yu had mentioned about leaving the soul, and walked over to Su Chenfei, "Seventh grandchild, Mianmian is going to send souls to the Underworld now, hold Mianmian, okay?"

Su Chenfei squatted down and held Mianmian in his arms.

The next second, Mianmian closed her eyes in his embrace. After the soul left her body, it entered a state like deep sleep, limp and motionless.

Unable to see the soul, Su Chenfei, holding the petite body of Little Auntie, advised, "Little Auntie, make it quick and come back soon, your seventh grandchild will wait for you."

Even knowing that Little Auntie was doing the work of the Underworld, Su Chenfei was still very worried.

Now a mere soul, Mianmian touched Su Chenfei’s head, her hand still clutching the Soul-hooking Rope. As her soul disappeared, so did the Soul-hooking Rope in her hand.

Since her soul had left her body, it was time to find a way to the Underworld.

With the judgment token in hand, Liao Zhe on the ground suddenly lit up with realization.

If Su Mianmian’s body was ownerless, perhaps he could enter it and control it to command others by leveraging the emperor — a grand scheme!

Thinking the plan feasible, Liao Zhe quietly offed himself, his soul attempting to fly into Mianmian’s body.

However, before he could get close to Mianmian’s body, he was blocked by an invisible barrier. It was a blinding golden light to ghosts and demons.

As Liao Zhe was seething with frustration, the Soul-hooking Rope just happened to fly by and caught him red-handed.

With one hand holding the Soul-hooking Rope and the other clutching the judgment token, Mianmian frowned, "I’m already separated from my soul, how am I supposed to get to the Underworld now?"

This wasn’t something her mother had taught her.

After all, the Underworld wasn’t a place for Xuanmen Scholars; it was the realm of Underworld ghosts and deities. Just as Mianmian was feeling troubled, the judgment token in her hand suddenly emitted a dim green glow.

Guided by the green light, a door appeared before Mianmian.

She walked towards the door with her little short legs, leading the souls of the villagers and the resentful ghosts behind her.

When Mianmian’s little foot crossed the threshold, the noises of the mortal world suddenly vanished. On the other side of the door were ghost envoys dressed in ghostly garb, holding Soul-hooking Ropes in their hands.

These ghost envoys were chatting with each other.

One dressed in black sighed, "Alas, you wouldn’t believe it, but I saw a fierce ghost today. Thought I could earn some extra money by capturing it, but that fierce ghost was too formidable, almost did me in the mortal realm."

The ghost envoy in white patted his shoulder, "Bro, when you’re a ghost envoy you can’t be too greedy. For us ordinary ones, managing to bring back the assigned souls in one outing is already great. You shouldn’t fantasize about threading Candied Hawthorns, let alone capturing a fierce ghost."

The black-clad ghost envoy nodded eagerly, "You’re right! Threading Candied Hawthorns—that high-level move is something only the Impermanence Deities can pull off... eh?"

Mid-sentence, the black-clad ghost envoy’s eyes widened.

The white-clad one, puzzled, followed the gaze of his companion, only to freeze in shock as well.

Within their field of vision stood a little milk dumpling with disheveled hair, dressed in mortal world’s shorts and T-shirt. Small in stature, yet the Soul-hooking Rope in her tiny hand was stringing along 60 ghosts, forming a line over a dozen meters long.

And was there actually the soul of a Snake Demon among them??

What the hell... was going on?

It wasn’t just these two ghost envoys; the others had also noticed Mianmian.

They, too, fell silent, creating an eerie quiet in what was just moments ago a bustling space. And as the ghost envoys regained their composure to speak, the scene erupted like a boiling kettle.

"Who is this kid?"

"My goodness, since when did we get such a little colleague?"

"Say, she’s really cute, kind of like my daughter back in the days..."

"Oh my, I counted, there are 68 souls in total, that’s so impressive!"

As Mianmian heard what seemed to be praise, she approached the nearest ghost envoy and brought out the token given by Cui Yu

"Hello, I’ve brought these ghosts to the Underworld. Judge Cui said I could find the way with this token. Could you help me find the way?"

Seeing the token, the ghost envoys were astounded.

Just who was this Little Bun, anyway? They remembered a judge mentioning that they needed to hire more help. Could it be that this Little Bun was personally recruited by a judge? With such a large delivery of souls, were they all about to be out of a job?