Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 407 - 406: Who Tied the Wrong Red Thread?

Chapter 407: Chapter 406: Who Tied the Wrong Red Thread?

Dragging such a long line of ghosts, Mianmian had to pull them with all her might.

Unable to find an exit inside the house, they had no choice but to go outside and look.

Mianmian and Chunchun walked out of the Orphanage together and circled around, only to discover that this place was confined; they would hit a wall upon reaching a certain point.

"Haven’t found the way out yet?" Green popped out and asked.

"Yeah," Mianmian also felt distressed.

They had already searched all the rooms in the Orphanage just now, yet they did not see Po Tian. Now outside, they still couldn’t find an exit.

However, both Fen Tian and Po Tian had such odd names, were they holding a grudge against the heavens?

Thinking this, Mianmian looked up at the night sky.

The night sky was dark and murky, with only the Moon shining as brightly as it did outside, although the direction of the crescent moon was reversed.

Mianmian gazed at the Moon for a while and suddenly remembered a verse about the Moon.

"Bright as a flying mirror beside the red ramparts, the green mist extinguishes, the clear brilliance shines forth..."

Green, hearing this, said helplessly, "You still have time for such words? We haven’t even found a way out."

Mianmian paid no attention to Green’s grumbling, her eyes shining as she pointed at the Moon and said, "Green, the Moon is also like a mirror, and ancient poets said it’s like a white jade plate."

Little Bun said this while standing on a Magic Carpet Talisman, wanting to fly up to the sky to have a look.

But this time, the Magic Carpet Talisman didn’t work. She couldn’t fly even though she wanted to. Not only that, the Soul-hooking Rope in her hand also suddenly became unresponsive, releasing the ghosts and turning into an ordinary chain.

"Has the magic stopped working?" Mianmian frowned.

Green had been floating, but suddenly he crashed to the ground. He patted his knees as he stood up, confirming Mianmian’s suspicion, "It seems so; magic can’t be used here."

Initially, it could be used, but now the magic had suddenly failed, which definitely had a reason.

Mianmian, looking at the Moon, smiled happily, "It must be scared; because it’s scared, that’s why Mianmian can’t fly."

"Who, who is scared?" Chunchun shivered as she asked, observing the evil ghosts standing up again on the ground and couldn’t help but alert Mianmian, "They’re getting up again..."

The ghosts on the ground were covering their wounded shoulders, approaching Mianmian, intending to continue their attack.

After all, they were adults, and Chunchun was afraid that Mianmian might get hurt.

Moreover, Chunchun had also tried to use her red string just now and found she could no longer control it as before.

Upon hearing Chunchun’s anxious voice, Mianmian spun around, clenched her little fists, jumped up, and with a few solid punches, knocked a few ghosts unconscious.

Even without magic, she was still a formidable Mianmian; she wouldn’t be easily injured!

However, now unable to fly up to the Moon to take a look, how could she possibly touch the Moon?

Mianmian thought about it and looked down at her Flying Sword.

She couldn’t fly up, but the Sword could!

Little Bun, holding the sword, stepped forward with one foot, leaned back at the waist, and with her little hand pulled back on the Flying Sword. Gauging the correct position, she hurled the sword with all her strength.

The silver sword flew toward the Moon like an arrow released from its bow at great speed.

But just when the sword was about to touch the Moon, it was unexpectedly blocked.

At that moment, still maintaining her previous pose, Mianmian had another object in her hand flying toward the Moon.

Looking closely, one could see it was a small green cauldron.

Green yelled chaotically!

Mianmian hadn’t lost just anything, it was his very essence.

That was indeed the Divine Artifact, the Divine Farmer’s Cauldron, the strongest furnace for refining medicine, which now, like a broken chunk of stone, was being used to smash things.

And what it smashed was a mirror in the sky!

Green watched, dumbfounded, as his essence traced a beautiful arc through the air before accurately hitting something with a smack.

Immediately after, the entire area developed cracks, much like a shattered mirror, gradually falling to the ground.

The broken mirror shards disappeared one by one, the inverted Moon above returned to normal, and what remained was an ancient bronze mirror ridden with rust and cracks.

With the magic normalized, Green floated in the air once more. He was astonished to see the bronze mirror fallen on the ground, realizing it was indeed his old colleague, the Kunlun Mirror.

In ancient times, there was no glass, so being able to craft a bronze mirror was already quite impressive. Thus, like his essence, the Kunlun Mirror too exuded an ancient aura.

But ancient as it may be, his Divine Farmer’s Cauldron was still intact, so how come the Kunlun Mirror was shattered and rusted?

Looking at the marks, they didn’t seem like the ones Mianmian had just made.

"The Kunlun Mirror is actually broken, when did it happen?" Green asked, puzzled.

Mianmian also noticed the rust stains within the cracks of the mirror, picked it up, wiped it with her sleeve, found the rust wouldn’t come off, gave up trying to clean it, and simply put the mirror into her small bag.

Having acquired her spoils of war, Little Bun laughed heartily and even mumbled, "Doesn’t the Kunlun Mirror have a spirit yet?"

Green felt like he was about to spit blood.

"It’s already damaged and shattered, how could it possibly develop a spirit? That it functioned at all just now is already quite fortunate."

Mianmian realized that made sense.

"So that’s why it was so easy to get out, and it didn’t really do much, huh?" As she mentioned how the Kunlun Mirror failed to trap her, she looked around.

Having emerged from the mirror, where was that fellow named Po Tian?

Now they stood in the back courtyard of the orphanage, not only was Po Tian missing, but those ghosts were all trying to escape as well.

Mianmian pulled out the Soul-hooking Rope and reeled all the ghosts back in. She didn’t insist on finding Po Tian and instead called for the local Ghost Envoy to take these ghosts to the Underworld and, meanwhile, send those child ghosts who hadn’t done anything bad to queue for reincarnation.

The Ghost Envoy arrived quickly, accepting the bundle of evil spirits handed over by Mianmian, and pulled out the Soul-hooking Rope to capture the fleeing Chunchun.

"Little Auntie, you’ve missed one ghost," the Ghost Envoy said with a sycophantic smile. "Allow me to bring him back, there’s no need for Little Auntie to trouble herself."

Mianmian blocked the Ghost Envoy’s Soul-hooking Rope with her hand, "He doesn’t need to be hooked, just take these down first, Mianmian will talk to Uncle Cui about this one."

Chunchun ran so desperately, obviously worried about Rose.

After running a few steps, he realized he could float around as before and hurriedly flew towards Rose’s room.

By this time it was well into the night, and all the children had fallen into a deep sleep.

When Chunchun entered the room and was heading towards Rose, he was suddenly caught by an icy hand.

Turning his head, he saw it was two big ghosts. In a panic, he tried to bind them with the red thread of fate.

Rose was taken aback; "This kid used the red thread, could he be the reincarnation of the Matchmaking God that Little Auntie mentioned?"

Phoenix Fairy thought so too: "Seems like it, but why isn’t this red thread tying us up?"

Chunchun didn’t know who the two were referring to as Little Auntie; he just swallowed hard, staring at the two ghosts and saying, "It’s not that my red thread can’t tie you up, it’s that you two already have a red thread between you."

Upon hearing this, Phoenix Fairy and Rose glanced at each other, both revealing surprise in their eyes.

They already have a red thread between them?! Who tied that? Was it a mistake?