Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 343 - 342: Mianmian Catches a Large Lobster for You by Herself

Chapter 343: Chapter 342: Mianmian Catches a Large Lobster for You by Herself

"It’s related," Mianmian furrowed her little brows, speaking earnestly, "Earthbound spirits wander the place of their death, unconsciously or consciously leading others to commit suicide. The water ghosts in the water do the same, often preventing swimmers from resurfacing. This is because they are looking for a substitute to die in their stead."

"With a substitute, they won’t be bound by the rules anymore and can break free from the place of their death."

"Zhazha and her grandson were born at the same time. By using similar rules and substitution techniques, Zhazha’s soul can replace her grandson’s to be reincarnated in the Underworld. And her grandson can enter Zhazha’s body to be brought back to life."

Mianmian’s words made Situ Zha’s mother increasingly panicked.

How could such a thing happen?

Was Auntie Fan planning to sacrifice Zhazha’s life for her grandson’s revival?

The netizens in the live broadcast room were just as shocked as Situ Zha’s mother!

Her own grandson had already died, yet she plotted for 6 years, kidnapping someone else’s child, just to bring her grandson back to life. According to this, Auntie Fan’s grandson must have been born for at least six or seven years, considering Auntie Fan needed time to study nursing.

This person is too formidable, managing to stay hidden for so long.

But why wait to take action? Why did it have to be today?

Netizens asked in the barrage, and Mianmian saw it and answered, "Actually, Auntie fan’s grandson died exactly 7 years ago today. For the soul exchange to have a chance of success, the ages of the two have to be identical."

Netizens quickly grasped the main point.

[So it’s just a chance of success? It’s not guaranteed, yet she’s risking someone else’s child, that’s not appropriate, right?]

[I just want to know if time is almost up? I really don’t want such a person to succeed.]

Netizens thought of exactly what Situ Zha’s mother was thinking.

Just a possible success, and Auntie Fan disregarded the affection of the past 6 years, the daily interactions with her and her son, insisting on targeting Zhazha.

Then she didn’t need to show Auntie Fan any mercy either.

Soon, the helicopter hovered over the coordinates.

Everyone’s earpiece heard Su Chenzhou’s voice, "The signal from the transmitter stopped here; they must have discarded the signal device in this location. Little Auntie, the rest... relies on you now."

The roads in such places were not under full surveillance. Su Chenzhou had already employed high-tech methods to search, even pulling some strings to obtain the nanny and driver’s mobile numbers, attempting to track down their mobile phone signals.

But evidently, the other party had already anticipated this and abandoned the mobile phones elsewhere to create confusion.

High-tech methods proving ineffective, they could only rely on Little Auntie’s mystical practices now.

"Mmm mmm, let’s get off the helicopter," Mianmian said straightaway, "The helicopter can’t go into the forest."

The helicopter landed on the road and activated its tail lights as a warning in advance.

There weren’t many vehicles in the suburbs, and this section of the road had been cleared in advance, but they still needed to follow the proper procedures.

Everyone disembarked, and Mianmian quietly pressed the mute button in the broadcasting room, then patted Situ Zha’s mother’s hand.

Seeing that Mianmian’s live room went silent, Situ Zha’s mother guessed Mianmian’s intent and muted her own microphone as well.

Mianmian handed the mobile phone to her grandnephew, asking him to keep an eye on other areas, and then spoke to Green, "Green, I need your help to release Grandpa Turtle, Mianmian wants to ask for its assistance."

This Grandpa Turtle was given to Mianmian by Elder Su, the longest kept turtle in the Su Family. The last time Mianmian had to consult whether or not to join a variety show, she used the turtle for divination.

Now, faced with not being able to see someone else’s fate clearly and only having vague information, Mianmian could only ask Grandpa Turtle for help again. This was a last resort, for she had foreseen Situ Zha’s death but could not deduce the details.

As for turning off the microphone, of course, it was because Mianmian wanted to keep some trump cards hidden.

Green was a formidable Divine Artifact friend, and she didn’t want to expose it.

"Humph." Green huffed.

Though a proud Divine Artifact spirit, it had not only to appear on its own but now was also being used as a living space container, which felt like a waste of its potential!

Complaining inwardly, it still released the turtle it had been keeping in its Space.

The turtle was still holding a large lobster in its mouth, its tender pink flesh looking remarkably fresh and succulent. Suddenly appearing on the ground, it swung its head back and forth, taking its time to grasp the situation.

Moving house again?

The turtle pondered this matter with its rusty brain, sluggishly moving toward what it felt was the most comfortable spot.

And, of course, that most comfortable spot was right next to Mianmian’s feet.

Mianmian crouched down to communicate with the turtle, "Mianmian is facing a bit of a trouble and needs your help with another divination, would you be willing?"

The turtle blinked, smelling the scent on Mianmian, and vaguely recalled previous events. It opened its mouth, silently clacking its jaws twice in protest.

No turtle likes to be tossed and turned around!

Disagreeing, it absolutely disagreed!

Mianmian, seeing the turtle unwilling to help, furrowed her brows in urgency.

The time was already past 6:05 PM, and without quick action, Situ Zha would be in danger!

Little Bun, anxious, began to coax, "Mianmian will bring you lots and lots of big lobsters, so many, okay?"

The turtle still shook its head.

Mianmian’s eyes turned red immediately.

If the turtle itself was unwilling, forcibly using it for divination could result in completely erroneous outcomes.

Now, the only option left was to find Situ Zha by another method.

Mianmian prepared to summon Flying Sword, to hover and scan the forest, looking for the place best suited for conducting the soul exchange ritual.

Seeing Mianmian’s distressed face, the big turtle blinked its eyes again, stretched out one of its front paws, and tugged at Mianmian’s little shoe.

"Clack clack." It opened and closed its mouth.

Mianmian smiled, "Okay, okay, Mianmian will personally catch big lobsters for you~"

The turtle agreed, and Mianmian picked it up, reminding sweetly with her tender voice, "You have to retract your head now, I’m going to throw you."

Of course, she wasn’t going to randomly throw it on the main road; Mianmian was also concerned about harming the turtle.

The spot she chose was next to the road, in a forest with thick savanna on the ground.

After being thrown to the ground, the turtle spun around twice, ending up dizzy right beside a tree, its head oriented to the east and the tip of its tail pointing west, hugging the tree.

Mianmian’s eyes lit up, "East and west, a place 3 miles from here? Thank you!"

She picked up the turtle, kissed its head several times, handed it back to Green, and then said, "But now we need to hurry over, riding on Bai Bai. Nephew, can you continue the live-stream while riding Bai Bai?"

Upon hearing Mianmian’s question, Su Chenjin pondered for a moment, "Let’s do the live-stream at the end, it’s not suitable right now."

Since her grandnephew had said so, Mianmian no longer concerned herself with the live broadcast room and handed her mobile phone to Su Chenjin.

"Then you tell the fans that Mianmian is heading in now." As she spoke, Mianmian was already climbing onto Bai Bai’s back.