Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 275 - 274: Introducing you to Uncle Cui

Chapter 275: Chapter 274: Introducing you to Uncle Cui

Mianmian’s words left the Ding siblings helplessly resigned.

If it had been them hearing such terms—agree to not kill the fierce ghost and receive information on the enemy: hesitation aside, they certainly would have agreed.

The fierce ghost had already been captured; it was merely a matter of not killing or tormenting it, yet they could locate the enemy with its help, which seemed a very worthwhile deal.

Yet, they were willing to abandon this shortcut simply because the fierce ghost had taken a life. Wasn’t that a bit childish?

Children, their ability to weigh the pros and cons of a situation was still lacking.

The siblings then very tacitly turned their gaze to Su Chenjin, feeling that as the person in charge of the Su Family, he should say something at this moment to teach Little Auntie a lesson.

Little did they know that Su Chenjin was already looking their way, his gaze piercing as if he could see through their thoughts, aware that they were internally criticizing Little Auntie for her inappropriate actions, which is why they were reacting this way.

The two shivered and dared not think any further.

"Hey, hey, hey, you guys should also say something, that New God faction—I’ve heard they’ve sent people to infiltrate the Supernatural Management Bureau, aiming to harm your family. She’s just a child who doesn’t know better, but you adults should, right? Hurry and persuade her, just swear not to let anyone touch me, and I’ll take you to them,"

argued the fierce ghost, sharing the same line of thought as the Ding siblings—believing that Mianmian was too young to see just how advantageous this deal was, hence trying to sway Su Family brothers present.

Just convince the Su Family brothers, and the child auntie would surely obey!

The fierce ghost was filled with wishful thinking, but then the voice of Su Chenyu reached his ears, "Have you heard of so much yet not known that in our family, it’s Little Auntie who calls the shots?"

The fierce ghost couldn’t believe what he was hearing, "All you big men actually listen to a little girl? Isn’t that embarrassing?"

Hearing this, Su Chenyan waved his fist, "Listening to Little Auntie isn’t embarrassing. It looks to me like you’re asking for another beating."

Actually, when he hit the ghost, he hadn’t really felt like he was hitting a solid body.

However, once the ghost began begging for mercy, Su Chenyan knew his fists were still effective.

Sure enough, threatened by his words, the fierce ghost promptly shut his mouth, although his eyes still darted around, clearly concocting some other ghostly scheme.

"Don’t even think about it, it won’t work," Mianmian said as she tugged on the soul-hooking rope in her hand.

The soul-hooking rope, designed specifically to deal with souls, caused immense pain to any ghost it snagged when pulled forcefully.

The fierce ghost writhed in agony, extremely resentful of the fact that ever since becoming a ghost, ordinary people could not touch him, yet whenever confronted by someone who could, he would feel pain just as he did when he was alive.

What the ghost hated even more at this moment was the little girl who had snagged him with that strange chain!

"Does it hurt a lot?" Mianmian shook the soul-hooking rope again as she asked.

The fierce ghost, head bowed and speechless from the pain, glared with resentful eyes.

Mianmian ignored the fierce ghost’s gaze and continued to jostle the soul-hooking rope.

The fierce ghost felt his very being nearly torn apart, as if disintegrating into tiny particles, about to vanish from the world.

"If you were to go to Hell’s eighteen levels, suffering through each level, it would be far more painful than this," Mianmian said with her soft, childlike voice, her words causing the fierce ghost to shudder with fear.

Eighteen levels of Hell? This child wanted to send him to the eighteen levels of Hell? More painful than now?

"What you’re saying, is it true or false?" The fierce ghost asked, trembling.

"Of course it’s true; you’re a super bad ghost. You could be sentenced for hundreds of years," she replied.

Mianmian smiled sweetly, holding the fierce ghost with one hand while once again swinging the soul-hooking rope with the other, extracting Ding Song’s soul.

Naturally, she wasn’t as harsh on Ding Song, Little Bun skillfully using only the soul-hooking feature of the soul-hooking lock.

"We’ll go down now, and I’ll introduce you to Uncle Cui," she said.

Ding Song had not yet realized he had become a soul, he looked down at his hands and then turned to glance back at his body.

Since the soul had left the body, it had already fallen asleep.

"Alright, Little Auntie, please inform my sister for me," he requested.

Mianmian turned her head and spoke to Ding Yao, and the fierce ghost, who was still unable to escape despite being caught by Mianmian, gulped and couldn’t help but ask again, "Is it really going to hurt more than just now??"

But this time, Mianmian ignored the fierce ghost and merely bid Chu Ye farewell.

Chu Ye nodded to show it was all right, and that he would be careful.

Only then did Mianmian’s soul leave her body, the Soul-hooking Rope pulling along the fierce ghost and Ding Song as they headed once more for the path to the Underworld.

This time, Little Bun expertly navigated the route with ease, much faster than before.

As soon as she appeared in front of the Underworld’s gate, the queuing Ghost Envoys spotted her, and they all clamored, "Hurry, hurry, hurry, go tell the Judges, Little Auntie has come to the Underworld again!"

"Little Auntie, rest assured this time, absolutely no one will dare to block your path. A Yang Soldier will be here to receive you shortly."

The Ghost Envoys, who knew a thing or two about passing messages, were originally in a queue, but now they just needed to shout forward to convey the news all the way to King Yama Hall.

And sure enough, it wasn’t long before a ghost came to receive Mianmian, or to be exact, a Ghost God, Judge Cui Yu.

The man in the chilling red robe lifted the corner of his lips upon seeing Mianmian, "Mianmian, it seems you have good news for Uncle Cui?"

Mianmian nodded, "Yes, yes, Uncle Cui, you’ve guessed so accurately. Look, this is the person fated for the Underworld I’ve found for you."

She pushed Ding Song towards Cui Yu.

Despite Cui Yu’s handsome appearance, the aura he exuded was terrifying, particularly for ghosts. The Ghost Envoys present were so scared they kept their distance, kneeling and saluting from afar. And it was even more so for the living soul, Ding Song.

He shivered greatly, unsure of Cui Yu’s status, and not daring to greet him, he only quietly moved closer to Mianmian to alleviate his fear.

As for the fierce ghost, upon seeing Cui Yu, he trembled like a sieve.

The red-robed man, his waist fitted with a pen and a book, wasn’t this the chief of the four great Judges from the legendary Underworld, Judge Cui Yu?

This Little Auntie has such a good relationship with the foremost judge – so sending him to the eighteenth level of Hell meant he’d stay as long as they wished, right?

Remembering what Mianmian had just mentioned about several hundred years, the fierce ghost shivered and ventured, "Little Auntie, could you let me stay for a shorter time?"

Only then did Mianmian turn her head to look at the fierce ghost, her big, clear eyes innocent and unblemished, "Stay for a shorter time? For that, you’ll need to accumulate Yin virtue. All the Uncle Judges are clear about rewards and punishment. Asking Mianmian is useless."

Upon hearing the conversation between Mianmian and the fierce ghost, Cui Yu’s eyebrows raised slightly as he spoke, "This fierce ghost is surrounded by Dark Qi, responsible for twenty lives. Just one would mean spending twenty years in the eighteenth level of Hell. As for such a heinous crime, a hundred more years could be added. I think an even five hundred years would be just right."

Mianmian’s eyes sparkled with delighted surprise at how cooperative Cui Yu was, "Uncle Cui is going to sentence him to five hundred years? Mianmian thinks that’s still a little less."

Seeing Little Bun’s eyes glisten as she looked at him, Cui Yu couldn’t help but chuckle internally.

In life, he had been a subject to the emperor, and even after death, he’d been a judge for many years. Wasn’t it simple to guess what this Little Bun wanted?

She must want to extract some information from the ghost’s mouth; otherwise, she would not have dragged the conversation out.

"Alright, since Mianmian has spoken, let’s add another three hundred years. That’s not too bad either," Cui Yu said in a tone that seemed to follow Mianmian’s suggestion.

The fierce ghost panicked, "I will accumulate Yin virtue, I will accumulate Yin virtue. Please tell me, how can I accumulate Yin virtue to reduce my time?"

Mianmian chuckled, "Well, of course, it’s by telling Mianmian what exactly the new gods are up to. They are up to no good, and if you tell, and Mianmian stops them, the merit will be credited to you."

The fierce ghost hesitated, only then realizing that it wasn’t that Little Auntie didn’t understand the stakes, but rather she had already figured it out and was waiting for him here.

He gritted his teeth, "Fine, I’ll tell you everything, everything I know!"

Ding Song also came to understand this, and was utterly astonished. He had repeated his previous mistake, underestimating someone younger than himself!

Little Auntie was not clueless; she was all too shrewd.

From now on, he must not underestimate Little Auntie again and must be meticulous in his actions, otherwise...

He glanced at the Judge beside him and shivered.

If he were ever to offend Little Auntie and the Judge punished him with a trip to the eighteenth level of Hell, that wouldn’t be good at all!