Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 345 - 344: Why would I come here if Situ Zha is here?

Chapter 345: Chapter 344: Why would I come here if Situ Zha is here?

This was the first time Situ Zha’s mother had seen a ghost.

Listening to the young boy ghost’s naive questioning, Situ Zha’s mother furrowed her brows deeply.

Innocent children, this little boy clearly didn’t know that his grandmother and father were planning to exchange someone else’s life for his.

The plump Fan Auntie stood beside a young man who resembled her, in front of a man dressed in a black robe with the Tai Chi symbol on it, only his delicate chin showing.

Fan Auntie asked, "Daoist Master, how much longer until we can start? I’m afraid the child’s mother will call the police and bring them here."

Fan Auntie’s son, with a flattering look on his face, also asked, "Yes, yes, Daoist Master, when can you save my son?"

The person they called Daoist Master flicked his duster in his hand.

"We’ve waited six years, what’s the hurry now?" The man in the black robe glanced at the urn in the middle of the circle, "The child’s time of death hasn’t come yet. If we act now, the chances of success will be even smaller."

Situ Zha, who was in the middle of the circle, heard the Daoist’s voice, his pupils trembled, and he looked towards the Daoist.

Mianmian held Situ Zha’s mother’s hand and wrote in her palm, "Does Zhazha know this Daoist Master?"

As soon as she finished writing, she felt an itch in her nose.

Oh no, she was going to sneeze!

Mianmian covered her little nose and fumbled in her small bag.

It didn’t matter when she sneezed outside before. Now she was invisible; if she sneezed, wouldn’t she reveal where she was?

Finally, Mianmian found the medicine her mother had made for sneezing, sniffed it by her nose, and managed to suppress the urge to sneeze.

Situ Zha’s mother was still in shock at how Mianmian could write and saw Mianmian smelling a bamboo tube, her expression worried.

She had already learned from her subordinates about the magic of Little Auntie.

At three years and eight months old, to possess such incredible abilities, and now suddenly to pull out a tube of medicine to sniff, could it be like renowned people such as Stephen Hawking, a genius burdened by an inherent illness?

Tsk tsk tsk!

What was she thinking!

Situ Zha’s mother quickly dismissed her absurd thoughts and wrote in Mianmian’s palm in response, "I have not seen him before."

She wasn’t saying whether Situ Zha recognized him, but that she herself had never seen him.

Mianmian nodded, forming a guess in her mind.

Situ Zha could kill vile ghosts with one punch, using spiritual power in such a way didn’t seem like something a little friend could learn on their own; someone must have taught him. Moreover, hadn’t he previously said, "I heard you are very powerful"?

Could this black-robed Daoist Master be Situ Zha’s Master?

But why would a Master help others harm his own disciple?

Mianmian couldn’t figure it out. She signaled to her little friends to stay close to Situ Zha’s mother, while she herself carefully watched her footing as she walked into the circle.

Just as she was about to reach out and untie the golden ropes on Situ Zha, the black-robed old Daoist announced, "The time has come."

As his words fell, ghostly blue light suddenly appeared on the circle’s lines on the ground.

Mianmian instinctively stepped back but found she couldn’t break through the circle’s defenses at all.

"Hmm, you indeed came."

The black-robed Daoist showed a smug smile towards the interior of the circle, his tone tinged with self-satisfaction.

Mianmian found that her invisibility talisman had burned away upon touching the Magic Array’s barrier. She clenched her little fists and said, "You knew I was coming, huh?"

The corners of the black-robed Daoist’s mouth turned up, his tone taking it for granted, "Of course. Situ Zha is here; how could you possibly not come?"

Mianmian didn’t understand, "Why would I come just because Situ Zha is here?"

"Do you remember Yang Xian?" the black-robed Daoist replied, "Like Yang Xian, you and he were destined to meet. It is preordained."

Mianmian tilted her head, her little face showing a pondering expression.

Of course, she knew who Yang Xian was; Yang Xian might be the reincarnation of Erlang Shen, which meant, could Situ Zha also be the reincarnation of a god?

But who was Situ Zha?

"Are you wondering who Situ Zha is?" The man in the black robe flicked his dust whisk, "You’ll know very soon."

After he said this, the man in the black robe took off the hat that obscured his face.

To Mianmian, the half-exposed face was unfamiliar, but as soon as he took off his hat, she recognized him; it was Fen Tian.

The Fen Tian she had previously sat with and spoken of Tao with was merely an avatar; and now, the real Fen Tian appeared!

Fen Tian smiled, "Zhazha, do you remember what you promised your master?"

As he spoke, he lifted his hand and the ropes binding Situ Zha and the rag in his mouth dropped to the ground.

Situ Zha spat several times, his hateful gaze falling first on Fan Auntie’s son.

"Damn it, once I get out of here, I’ll make you pay."

How dare he gag him with such a foul rag; he truly had a death wish!

Seeing that Situ Zha ignored him, Fen Tian frowned and asked again, "Zhazha? Master is talking to you, do you remember what you promised your master?"

It was only then that Situ Zha looked at Fen Tian, and with some reluctance, replied, "You saved my life, and I owe you a favor in return. But as for calling yourself my master, don’t assume that title; I’ve never acknowledged you as my master!"

As he spoke, he frowned, "So what’s going on now? You and these two brought me here tied up, what do you want me to do? You’re not really expecting me to exchange my life for this guy’s, are you?"

Impatience could be detected in Situ Zha’s tone.

He was referring to the life-saving favor from when he was still a naive and ignorant child, lured by an evil ghost into a gathering of ghosts. Those fiends wanted to kill him and attacked him viciously.

Not knowing how to destroy ghosts, he was tormented mercilessly and nearly manipulated by the evil spirits into suicide.

He had already jumped off the building when this man, who called himself Fen Tian, dressed in a black robe, saved him. Then, in front of him, he scattered those evil ghosts, mentioning he wanted to take him as a disciple.

At that time, not understanding what it meant to take a disciple, he asked about it. When he heard Fen Tian say "Once a teacher, forever a father," he instinctively refused the offer.

He didn’t want to recognize a master or a father.

Situ Zha had no father.

Now, this man who had saved him, who had taught him much magic, was requesting, under such uncanny circumstances, that he fulfill his former promise?

A shadow passed over Situ Zha’s eyes, a bad premonition growing within him.

Indeed, Fen Tian then said, "You’ve been with Su Mianmian all day today, and master saw you seemed particularly happy."

Situ Zha grew even more annoyed.

Again, he thought of Fen Tian’s prophecy.

Fen Tian had said that he would meet a girl named Su Mianmian, that he would listen to whatever Su Mianmian told him to do, and he would obey her every command.

What a joke, even his mother’s words were not completely heeded by Situ Zha, how could he listen to Su Mianmian?

Now Fen Tian was saying he was happy with Su Mianmian?

"No such thing, I wasn’t happy with Su Mianmian at all."

The corners of Fen Tian’s lips curved up, his smile exuding the confidence of a master strategist, "Since Zhazha says so, why don’t you listen to what I want you to do?"

"I want you to punch Su Mianmian."

Situ Zha was taken aback.

Punch Su Mianmian? What kind of ridiculous request was that?