Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 625 - 624: It’s Too Late for Regret

Chapter 625: Chapter 624: It’s Too Late for Regret

When netizens questioned her, Xiaofen cried uncontrollably.

"Mom, Mom, Mom, please come back."

She ran out in the middle of the night when her emotions were in turmoil, thinking perhaps leaving home would mean freedom.

She usually took the bus from this station to go to school, and as she walked and cried, she found herself at the bus station without realizing.

It was midnight, and noticing there was still a bus, she involuntarily stood in front of it, intending to pay her fare and get on. The driver initially didn’t want to open the door, but he did so after she pleaded, saying she really wanted to take the bus.

After getting on, she noticed something was off about the passengers and then remembered the bus accident from a few years ago.

"They were all good ghosts, so why did they take my mom? Was it really just to find a scapegoat because I don’t have much flesh on me?"

Xiaofen’s tearful question naturally led her to look at Mianmian.

Mianmian chuckled, "No, they really are good ghosts. That night when you ran out, there was a drunk bad man following you. He wanted to grab you. They let you on the bus to escape from him."

[Ah, so there was such a backstory; all the ghosts on the bus were indeed good ghosts.]

[I was actually there... This bus is quite famous in our small town. Back then, it collided with a tanker truck, causing an explosion and no one on the bus survived...]

[Oh, how tragic, I remember this news story too. So they haven’t reincarnated yet?]

"But, but..." Xiaofen, watching the bus drive away, still didn’t quite understand Mianmian’s words.

Mianmian hurriedly explained her plan, "By running out of the house, did you doubt whether your mom loved you or not? Look, your mom was willing to get on the ghost bus and become the sacrifice instead of you, for your well-being. Do you now understand that your mom really loves you?"

Xiaofen’s eyes reddened, "I believe it... but I always felt that my mom couldn’t control herself sometimes."

"That’s okay," Mianmian said, patting her chest, "Your mom has melancholy turned into illness, with blocked Qi due to distress in her head. Mianmian will perform acupuncture on her later, and she’ll be all better after that."

At this moment, the destined ones riding the ghostly bus, circling the small town, were being stared at by a whole bus of ghosts.

Her face still streaked with tears, she shrank her neck, too scared to speak.

A dame on the bus spoke up first, "Listen, big sister, that’s not how you raise a child. You get that, don’t you?"

The destined one was stunned.

She thought the ghosts would swarm and devour her, but instead, they greeted her gently?

"I, I know I was wrong," the destined one cautiously replied, "But, but is it too late for regrets?"

The social big brother with half a rotten face moved closer to the destined one, "That’s right, it’s too late. In a moment, you’ll be eaten by us."

After saying that, he bared his teeth menacingly.

The destined one was so frightened that she pressed back into the seat, unable to utter a word.

The bus continued on its way to an isolated station, and then it stopped.

All the ghosts on the bus, including the driver, left their seats and crowded around the destined one. They surged towards her and the chilling Yin Qi passed through her body.

The destined one was so scared she couldn’t breathe, and what flooded her mind were memories of the delicious food she used to make for her daughter, her daughter’s big bright smile and calling out her name.

The netizens were right, her daughter’s health was the most important thing.

Yet, she only understood this now.

Why couldn’t she have controlled herself before?

Flashes of the past, like a carousel of slides, replayed in her mind.

The destined one closed her eyes and sighed softly.

"Mom, Mom!!"

Suddenly hearing her daughter’s voice, the destined one cautiously opened her eyes to find herself back beside the bus’s license plate at the side of the green belt.

She was confused for a moment, "Am I, have I ended up in the Underworld? Daughter, why are you here too?"

Xiaofen cried and laughed, "Mom, you’re not in the Underworld; we’re both still alive. The uncles and aunties on the bus said they were going to eat us, but they were just fooling us; they’re good ghosts."

"Mom, I shouldn’t have run out like that that day. They told me that I was nearly dragged away by a bad guy, but the uncles and aunties on the bus saved me."

"Then, what’s going on? They clearly pounced on me, and they all looked so scary..."

Being ones who were burned to death, their red flesh exposed and bleeding as they moved, anyone witnessing such a sight would be terrified!

Xiaofen quickly gave another explanation and then apologized.

The destined one, holding her daughter tight, choked up with emotion, "How is it your fault? It’s Mom’s fault. Mom will change; Mom loves you and just wants you to be healthy."

Mother and daughter reconciled, and Mianmian clapped her small hands, "Yay, yay, this is the best outcome."

Having resolved the destined one’s issues, the next task was to address the grievances of the whole bus of ghosts.

They were all good people who were tragically entangled in karma and died in agony, and their deaths left them with so much pain that they had been carrying resentment, drifting in the Human Realm.

They could have harmed people, but over the years, they monitored each other on the bus, not harming a single person. On the contrary, they saved many people who, like Xiaofen, were in danger in the middle of the night.

Thus, these ghosts also had some merits.

"Why don’t you work at the Supernatural Management Bureau?"

Mianmian stood on the bus, chatting with the Ghosts.

A bus full of Ghosts looked at each other, "The Supernatural Management Bureau, what place is that?"

"Are there still places that hire ghosts to work?"

Mianmian smiled, "Yes, there are. But first, you have to come home with Mianmian. Stay at Mianmian’s house for a few days, and when they’re ready over there, they will take you in. After returning home with Mianmian, you won’t have to relive the scene of your deaths at a fixed time anymore."

The bus’s Ghosts exchanged glances.

The idea of working didn’t interest them, but the proposition by this little bun in front of them, that they wouldn’t have to relive the agony of being killed in the tanker truck explosion again, excited them beyond measure!

"Good, we’ll go back with you."

The live-stream viewers, upon seeing this, felt that the Supernatural Management Bureau was lucky to inherit so many Ghost Staff from Mianmian. They were also looking forward to seeing Mianmian’s technique of bundling up the ghosts.

[Alright, Mianmian’s classic ghost kneading show is coming again, hahaha! Turning line figures into balls of yarn, it’s a classic.]

As everyone anticipated, Mianmian had already left the bus.

She stretched out her small hand, grabbing the bus.

Then, to everyone’s astonishment, she kneaded the bus and the full load of ghosts together into a ball, stuffing it into her small bag.

This was different from what everyone had expected!

[What’s going on, how can she knead the bus too?]

Mianmian chuckled, "When the explosion happened, the bus was covered in the passengers’ flesh and blood, making it a part of the ghosts on the bus. It has also become a ghost, so it has to follow with all the Ghosts."

After explaining, Mianmian went back to busily treating the destined one with acupuncture.