Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 523 - 522: Is Su Mianmian the answer to the question?

Chapter 523: Chapter 522: Is Su Mianmian the answer to the question?

Even in childhood, if possessiveness is too strong and never truly satisfied, it often leads to a paranoid personality in the future. Liu Hui had been worrying that her daughter would develop this way. During the filming of the variety show, she had seen her daughter several times, biting her hand and watching Mianmian play with other children, with a look of jealousy that was really not pretty to see.

In the past two days, while her daughter was worried about Mianmian herself, she noticed that other little friends were also showing various concerns for Mianmian, and her ability to empathize unexpectedly improved.

However, Gu Youyou enthusiastically told Mianmian that several little boys were also worried about her, but these boys, on the contrary, were not as expressive as Gu Youyou.

The Little White Dragon just gazed at Mianmian with moist eyes without saying a word.

Situ Zha even let out a cold snort, turning his face away awkwardly and said, "Gu Youyou is talking nonsense, don’t believe her, I definitely didn’t cry."

Chu Ye’s poker face softened as he looked at Mianmian earnestly and said, "It’s good that you’ve woken up."

After the three boys had spoken, they still stared at Mianmian with eager eyes.

But Mianmian simply replied, "Mhm, I’m all right now, thank you for your concern."

She then held hands with Gu Youyou, their heads touching as they whispered and murmured to each other.

Gu Youyou was talking about what had happened in the past two days of shooting the program, mentioning the seafood she had caught and how the seafood on the beach seemed to have increased lately. Mianmian listened quietly, chiming in from time to time with playful comments, and the two little buns laughed together.

The three little boys watching, the Little White Dragon with eyes full of grievance, Chu Ye, and Situ Zha with neutral expressions on their faces, but the corners of their lips curling up, clearly happy about the scene before them.

Some netizens, who were scrutinizing the variety show through a magnifying glass, started to analyze the scenes on the screen.

[Our Youyou is growing up, she used the tactic "Mianmian, you should spread the love evenly" and took the lead by making Mianmian’s heart fall for her!]

[Is the Little White Dragon acting this way because he did something wrong and is now scared to talk with Mianmian? Wasn’t he doing a good job before when he followed Mianmian and tugged at her clothes?]

[Why do I feel like both Chu Ye’s and Situ Zha’s gazes have some sort of ’fatherly’ mentality? I have felt this from Situ Zha for a while now, but didn’t Chu Ye always look at Mianmian this way during the previous variety shows?]

While the mortal netizens analyzed, ghost netizens from the Underworld also expressed their views.

[This Little Dragon King, it is fitting for him to act this way after having done something wrong.]

[There is something about this Chu kid’s eyes, I feel there’s something not simple about them.]

[Situ Zha... The way he fought monsters before, how come I feel like he is Nezha?]

As the ghosts used their mobile phones to watch the live-stream, a figure silently flew over their heads, hurrying toward the place in the Eighteenth Level of Hell where Buddha of Hell resided.

Upon seeing the visitor, Buddha of Hell smiled compassionately, "Black Tortoise God, your merits are immeasurable."

The Black Tortoise sat down cross-legged, "Don’t bother with these pleasantries with me, I just want to know why I have been awake for such a long time this time?"

During his periods of slumber, he would indeed sometimes awaken, but he would quickly be forced back into sleep. Never before had he remained awake this long, freely roaming the mortal realm.

There must be a reason he did not know about.

And this reason was something only Du Ting would know.

Du Ting could hear all the sounds in the world, not just the ones that mortal ears could pick up, but also some ethereal ones, like those from Heaven.

Upon hearing Black Tortoise God’s question, Buddha of Hell smiled faintly, "Amitabha, hasn’t Black Tortoise God already decided to stay by the side of the answer itself?"

The Black Tortoise paused slightly, and the image that surfaced in his mind was that of Mianmian’s plump little face.

He lifted one knee and propped his head with his hand, thinking deeply.

Was Su Mianmian the answer to the problem?

In fact, he had awoken this time by inhaling Su Mianmian’s blood.

But if Su Mianmian was the answer to the problem, why did Su Mianmian have an enemy capable of hurting her? If that shot had truly pierced her heart, no amount of medicine, no replenishment of spiritual power would have saved her from death.

The Buddha of Hell gazed down with sorrowful eyes, "Fortune and misfortune go hand in hand; all beings sink into oblivion with clear minds. People always think that becoming a god means severing passions and desires, yet they do not realize that gods are called gods precisely because they have even heavier burdens of emotion and desire."

"That’s why I don’t like chatting with you baldies," the Black Tortoise said with impatience in his voice, "Always speaking in halves, it’s boring. I’m leaving."

Although he said he was leaving, the Black Tortoise didn’t actually depart right away.

He had arrived too swiftly earlier and noticed that the Underworld seemed a bit different from before, but he hadn’t looked carefully. Now, as he set off, moving slowly, he discovered that the styles of the eighteen levels of Hell had all been changed.

Take the Tongue-pulling Hell for example; before, two Ghost Envoys needed to hold a person in place and even use tools to pry open the mouth. The executing Ghost Envoy would just need to use pliers to clamp onto the wrongdoer’s tongue. Now, this level had many vertical bed boards, each with a full-length mirror in front of it.

Criminals were tied to the bed boards, and the Ghost Envoy would select a shiny, silver pair of pliers from the wall next to them. The size of the pliers depended on the mood.

Then, moving closer to the mirror, they leisurely clamped onto the criminal’s tongue, which was forced to stick out.

The Black Tortoise had never seen such tools before.

He frowned and continued walking until he reached the Yama Hall of the Underworld.

The original Yama Hall was filled with ghostly energy. The characters on the plaques were entwined in green light, making them unreadable.

The current Yama Hall had the plaques written with blood-red lettering, clearly visible even in low light. On the trees, on the ground, were many variously grimacing ghosts and monsters.

At first, he thought there were real ghosts, but upon closer inspection, he realized they were paper figures. These things could also change their position, crawling ominously within a certain range. If a freshly dead ghost came in, they would probably be scared to the point of wetting themselves before even reaching the Yama Hall.

After walking some more, he entered the judgement court.

At the top spot of the Ten Kings of Hell, there was now a large screen, scrolling through scenes from the eighteen layers of Hell.

A ghost who had just been brought up to the hall, waiting for judgement, saw the introductions on the screen and immediately wet his pants, shivering as he said, "I didn’t mean to hit the woman deliberately, I, I truly did it because she was disobedient..."

He inadvertently confessed.

"Leniency for those who confess, severity for those who resist..." the Black Tortoise recited the slogan at the top of the wall.

With his utterance, the ghost gods present in the judgement hall realized that there was another being present.

King Qin Guang among the Ten Kings of Hell fixed his gaze and, discovering that he did not recognize the visitor, the long-forgotten memory of being severely beaten resurfaced, and he asked with a tremble, "Who is present?"

Cui Yu stepped forward, immediately recognizing the visitor’s appearance and quickly bowed in respect, "I did not know that the Black Tortoise God graced us with his presence, we were lacking in our welcome."

King Qin Guang wiped the cold sweat that had beaded on his forehead when he heard the title "Black Tortoise God."

Cui Yu, who was clear about public and private matters, was unlikely to deceive. The visitor must indeed be the Black Tortoise God. The Underworld had not offended the Primordial Quartet Spirits, so the visitor must have come to look around, not to cause