Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 402 - 401: I Teach Him How to Make Red Strings

Chapter 402: Chapter 401: I Teach Him How to Make Red Strings

As she followed the leader of the older children, Mianmian’s eyes were filled with amazement.

This place was the complete opposite of the orphanage she had just scoped out! The rooms that were originally on the right side had all shifted to the left, and the same went for the windows and doors, as if... as if she were looking into a mirror!

Is this the world inside the mirror? The kind that only opens at midnight, the Mirror World?

Could it be some sort of Secret Realm?

While walking, Mianmian was pondering when the older child leading the way suddenly stopped.

"Chunchun is inside here, you can go find him," the older child said with a giggle, but then his expression turned dark and terrifying, "But, little sister, you better be careful not to anger a person dressed in black clothes here, otherwise it would be very dangerous for you."

The person in black clothes!

Mianmian instantly thought of the person mentioned by Huahua who had taken Chunchun away, as well as the person in black clothes who walked with red threads.

Are they the same person?

But since she was already here, that surely meant they were no longer human, but ghosts. What level of ghost could it be?

Thanks to her Heavenly Eye, Mianmian could already see that the entire orphanage was shrouded in shadowy Qi. When the Yin energy gathered in excess, it would form a black fog that looked very terrifying.

She had to wait for the right time, place, and people to enter, and the little ghosts also said they could only come in at night, but the ghost who brought Chunchun here seemed to be free of such restrictions?

As Mianmian thought about these things, she reached out and knocked on the door in front of her.

"Who is it?"

A little boy’s voice came from inside the door; it sounded very irritated.

"I am Huahua." Mianmian’s voice was soft and childlike, "Can Brother Chunchun open the door?"

No sooner had her words fallen than the sound of hurried footsteps came from inside.

The door was flung open to reveal a shocked little face.

But upon seeing that the "Huahua" in front of him was not the Huahua he had in mind, the boy’s eyebrows furrowed deeply, and he scrutinized her suspiciously, "You are...?"

Before the boy could finish his sentence, Mianmian threw herself onto him and gave him a big hug.

"Brother Chunchun, Huahua has missed you so much, how could you just disappear all of a sudden?" After saying this, she whispered into Chunchun’s ear, "Huahua is doing well now, I’ve come to find you, can we go inside and talk?"

Mianmian did this because her sharp ears had heard footsteps from behind.

For some reason, although everything here was inhabited by ghosts, all the objects seemed as real as ever.

The children had been playing games just before, and although they could rise into the air without touching the ground, they could still touch the floor and objects, unable to pass through walls as easily as they could outside.

The footsteps of the children ahead had made sounds when walking, just like the corner footsteps she had just heard.

"I, you..." Chunchun hadn’t expected Mianmian to suddenly leap into his arms, his ears reddening with embarrassment, he hesitated for a moment but then went along with Mianmian’s suggestion, "Alright, Huahua, let’s talk inside the house."

The two children walked into the house, one after the other, and closed the door behind them.

After entering the house, Mianmian promptly affixed a piece of Talisman Paper at the door.

With the Talisman Paper in place, everything inside the room became enveloped in an Illusion Technique. Any lurking ghost outside would not be able to eavesdrop or see anything, only what they were made to believe.

After affixing the Talisman Paper, Mianmian looked up and curiously stared at Chunchun.

Chunchun’s past was twisted as well, the scenes looking very strange.

Mianmian thought that this might have something to do with the weird reversal of this place.

Chunchun, seeing the little sister pretending to be "Huahua" staring at him, asked with a stern face, "Why did you pretend to be Huahua and come here to find me?"

Mianmian promptly gave her reasons for looking for Chunchun.

Of course, it started with the black red threads bound on their big nephew’s body, and then the red threads on their fifth nephew. After explaining this, she asked, "Did you make those red threads?"

"No," Chunchun frowned, "I might have twisted some of them, but part of it might have been produced by the master of this place."

"He can make red threads too?" Mianmian was extremely surprised.

If Chunchun was really a reincarnation of the Matchmaking God, then the red string would be his Life-destined Magic Treasure. Since it is considered a life-destined ability, apart from the strings twisted by Chunchun inducing the bound individuals to play together, the strings made by others wouldn’t have this function.

"Yes, I taught him," Chunchun said, eyes downturned, "I taught him that, and in exchange, he protects Huahua for me."

Mianmian didn’t quite understand.

Chunchun was silent for a while, then fixed his gaze on Mianmian’s face.

After a long look, he continued, "Huahua and I arrived at the orphanage together, I died of illness in the first year I was there, and Huahua was just one year old at that time. She was very fond of me, she liked me the most out of everyone, and wouldn’t cry when I was around, only smiling at me."

"I treated her like my real sister, and after I died, I felt uneasy about leaving, so I didn’t follow the Ghost Envoy."

"The Ghost Envoy was supposed to take me, but then the master here killed him. I stayed behind successfully and stayed by Huahua’s side..."

After hearing the whole story, Mianmian asked doubtfully: "Does Huahua always attract evil spirits? Was she born in a Yin year, Yin month, Yin day, and Yin hour?"

People born in Yin years, Yin months, Yin days, and Yin hours naturally attract evil spirits, as the spirits know that consuming such a person’s soul will grant them greater strength.

Chunchun was taken aback that Mianmian could guess such a thing about Huahua’s constitution after hearing the story.

He didn’t understand at first why Huahua could still see him even though he had clearly died, nor why strange ghosts would always show up around her, wanting to harm her.

To protect Huahua, he had no choice but to guide her himself, helping her evade the traps set by the evil spirits.

But as time went on, those evil spirits grew stronger, and even though he discovered that the red strings he touched seemed to possess a special power that could hold off the evil spirits for a while, it wasn’t enough.

Over time, Chunchun grew terrified that Huahua would end up as a ghost like him.

The evil spirits wanted to kill Huahua and consume her soul, claiming it would be highly nourishing. If Huahua turned into a ghost, how could he continue to protect her? And Huahua herself had said she didn’t want to die, that she still wanted to eat and drink delicious things.

At that time, someone approached Chunchun.

He explained the reason for Huahua’s situation to Chunchun, praising his red threads as an excellent creation, and asked him to teach another person how to make those threads.

The method for teaching how to make the threads was peculiar; they merely signed a contract, and then every day when he twisted red threads, the trainee would do it alongside him. That was all it took.

Initially, he could be with Huahua during times when he wasn’t teaching, but suddenly the other person said he could no longer stay outside and had to live inside here forever.

However, Huahua would be safe.

So the other person had claimed.