Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 296 - 295: Actually Colluding with My Little Aunt

Chapter 296: Chapter 295: Actually Colluding with My Little Aunt

The act of praying to gods and worshipping Buddha being compared to pyramid schemes was something Old Wang had never heard before.

He stared at the little girl on the bed, tears brimming in the corners of her eyes, his expression complex.

So, in her dreams, Little Auntie might be lured by the Buddha’s virtual shadow to treat her family as sacrificial offerings just to fulfill her wish?

That’s right.

Children are like that, desiring something and stopping at nothing to get it. Didn’t his relative’s child come to play at his house one year, insist on playing with his computer, and when he lost the game, smashed the computer to pieces on the floor?

Therefore, for children, sacrificing friends and relatives to fulfill their own wishes isn’t out of the question.

Already feeling that Little Auntie would lose, Old Wang lamented, "Reforming from evil is only momentary; he will continue being an evil ghost, troubling mortals in the future."

There was no helping it; who could blame him when the person who had subdued him failed?

While Old Wang was caught in his complex mood, the grandmother and granddaughter on the bed suddenly opened their eyes!

All the ghosts were startled by the scene, instinctively stepping back several paces.

The companions who had merely tried to enter the room had been sliced into pieces and vanished, a scene they had just witnessed. This was enough to prove that the tender-looking child on the bed could easily handle them.

Now that the child had woken up, what if she struck at them the first thing if nothing was wrong?

Everyone’s retreating actions made Old Wang feel skeptical: So you don’t really believe in the power of the Buddha’s virtual shadow either? Aren’t you also afraid in case she’s okay?

In Old Wang’s internal grumbling, Mianmian let out a big yawn and stretched out her arms widely.

Su Chenjin took a wet wipe from his pocket and wiped Mianmian’s face.

The handsome man showed no superfluous expressions on his face, but his eyes were very gentle.

Wiping her face with the wet wipe was equivalent to washing it, and Mianmian became instantly alert.

The little one smacked her lips together.

Her mouth was so dry! How could she get thirsty from talking in a dream? Ridiculous!

She turned over, ready to pour some tea, standing on tiptoes.

Su Chenjin, not letting Little Auntie do it herself, actively poured water for Mianmian, his eyes vigilant, "Is this water okay?"

Mianmian also on guard, sniffed the water and nodded firmly, "There’s no problem, it’s cooled boiled water that was prepared."

Both of them rinsed the cup thoroughly before drinking their first sips of water.

After quenching her thirst, Little Bun finally looked outside.

She had already felt the presence of many ghosts around when she woke up.

Confident in the array she had set up and knowing that these ghosts couldn’t do much, she prioritized dealing with her own thirst. Now having drunk the water, she rubbed her plump little hands and pitter-pattered to the window, looking up to ask, "Why are you all gathering here?"

Her tone was very innocent.

Old Wang anxiously glanced at the Buddha’s virtual shadow above, hiding behind other ghosts, feeling a bit nervous.

"That’s not right, how come they couldn’t take her down? She looks too normal. Didn’t she make a wish?"

Old Wang was nervous too; just before, it was with such an innocent tone that Little Auntie had negotiated with the Underworld judge to increase his punishment. Eight hundred years in the mortal realm of the eighteen levels of Hell, when converted to Hell’s time, that’s tens of thousands of years!

Old Wang felt scared!

Hiding behind a good friend, he heard Little Bun saying, "Don’t hide, Mianmian smelled you a long time ago."

Old Wang subconsciously sniffed himself.

He was a ghost; where would a ghost get any smell from! Was Little Auntie joking?

But now that he was named, hiding didn’t seem appropriate. What if she really was okay? Wouldn’t he still suffer?

Old Wang could only put on a smiling face and raise his hand to speak to Mianmian, "Little Auntie, hello, it’s been a few days, you seem... you seem to have gotten a bit plumper?"

This compliment instantly made Mianmian unhappy.

Her smile disappeared, and with pursed lips, she expressed her distress, "You don’t have to give a compliment if you’re not good at it. Mianmian has not become rounder, Mianmian has been on a diet!"

Old Wang realized he had said something wrong and quickly corrected himself, "Yes, yes, yes, I was nearsighted before I became a ghost, and I often can’t see well even after. You haven’t become rounder, you’re very slender."

After the compliment, Old Wang felt wistful: How long had it been since he had coaxed someone like this? And now, the person he was coaxing wasn’t even a girlfriend, but a little auntie!

"Hehe, yeah, it must be your eyes that are at fault," said Mianmian, very pleased. She rested her chin on her hand and asked, "So what are you and the others doing here? You can’t peep on my great-nephew sleeping; that’s not nice."

The ghosts internally: Who the hell is peeping at your great-nephew? We’re obviously peeping at you!

"No, no, nothing of peeping," Old Wang tried to fish for information, "We are here to admire your majestic presence. How did you sleep just now?"

"I slept very well, now I have other things to get busy with."

Mianmian smiled sweetly, her little hand reaching into her small bag, fishing out the Soul-hooking Rope.

With so many evil ghosts gathered here, her workaholic soul couldn’t help it any longer and was eager to start working.

Seeing Mianmian reaching into her small bag for something, Old Wang had an ominous feeling and was about to warn his buddies to run, but it was too late.

The moment Little Bun brought out the Soul-hooking Rope, it stretched out, passed through walls, and pierced accurately through each ghost’s clavicle.

Some ghosts, sensing danger, attempted to flee but were impaled after only a few steps and couldn’t move an inch further.

So strong, how could it be this powerful!

This level, it wasn’t much inferior compared to the likes of Impermanence, right?

These evil ghosts could roam freely among mortals precisely because they had avoided many Ghost Envoy attacks. They became so used to being untroubled that they thought the current Ghost Envoys were useless and couldn’t catch them at all.

In theory, for ghosts like them, sending characters like Impermanence would suffice to clean them up in one night.

But according to the people from the new divine faction, it seemed that both Black and White Impermanence were tired of being Yin Envoys and, like the deities, they rebirthed into the mortal world, not being in the Underworld anymore.

Judges of that level of ghost god also couldn’t make trips to the mortal realm, which provided these ghosts with loopholes to exploit.

Now, these evil ghosts finally experienced what "a fate worse than death" truly meant after being hooked!

Mianmian hooked the ghosts not to kill them but to gather them after she withdrew the Array. She then kneaded the dozens of evil ghosts together into a bunch.

This horrific scene made Old Wang shudder with fear.

How come Little Auntie was still so ferocious? This was nothing like someone who had unwittingly made a wish!

"Why are you trembling so badly?" Mianmian blinked, "Don’t worry, Mianmian won’t forget your contribution. It was you who lured these ghosts here for Mianmian to catch, right?"

Old Wang swallowed hard, staring at the adorable Little Bun, and finally made up his mind.

No need to hesitate, just continue to atone for his sins by following Little Auntie!

He had no choice but to atone even if he didn’t want to since all the ghosts he knew had been rounded up, and he couldn’t make a name for himself in the mix anymore.

"Yes, it was quite the effort," Old Wang admitted to the credit, "Can my sentence be reduced?"

As Mianmian was kneading them, Old Zhang’s mouth just happened to be spared.

Old Zhang cursed loudly, "Old Wang, you damn fool, I treated you like a brother, and you collude with Little Auntie behind our backs, not telling us she has the Soul-hooking Rope! Also, what do you mean by reducing the sentence; could it be that you’re... wooo."

Mianmian, annoyed by Old Zhang’s noise, silenced him with a few slaps imbued with spiritual power.

She brushed the nonexistent dust off her hands and asked Old Wang, "So your name is Old Wang? Do you have any other information you can share with Mianmian?"

Wasn’t this a chance to atone for his sins once again?

Old Wang hurriedly relayed what Old Zhang had said to Mianmian, spilling it all like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.

When Mianmian heard Old Wang say, "After making a wish, one might become an idiot or die suddenly," she immediately became worried.

Bai Bai and the others had all made wishes; what if they all turned into idiots? In the dream world, her concern for her buddies was the reason she didn’t turn against them directly.