Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me-Chapter 564 - 563: If I Have to Go Bald, So Be It

Mianmian was too busy, so Daoist Master Qing Xu did not discuss the matter with her. He believed that his junior sister, as formidable as she was, would not let him down even if she were unaware of the situation.

Now, the chain had not been broken, but the situation was somewhat beyond Daoist Master Qing Xu’s expectations...

How could it be that all the leaders of the Underworld were present? Was it really okay for King Yama to be sitting in the same row as him?

After all, Daoist Master Qing Xu’s age was indisputable, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, unlike others, he could not afford to appear surprised. He maintained a high-end and inscrutable smile, giving the impression that everything was under his control.

But the judges sitting next to him were ordinary people and were already shaking in their boots at this moment.

Even the middle-aged Judge sitting in the center seat had cold sweat on his face, and he quietly moved a bit to the side.

At first, when he was transferred here to work, he thought the bench seating was absurd, considering it impossible to showcase his judicial authority. Now, the Judge felt that the long bench was superb! As he shuffled his buttocks to the side, no one could even notice!

Wait, the plaque on the podium needed to be moved as well.

The Judge quietly moved the acrylic display, looked to the left, then right, and offered an awkward smile. freёnovelkiss.com

Daoist Master Qing Xu coughed, "Cough, cough."

The Judge came back to his senses, suppressed the panic of sitting on the same bench as King Yama, and continued presiding, "Please present the evidence, ghost witness."

Upon hearing the Judge’s words, Cui Yu did not put Mianmian down but gave a nod to Black and White Impermanence.

Black and White Impermanence had already received their orders. With a flick of their Soul-hooking Ropes, they pulled out two souls from Hu Yingying’s body.

Hu Yingying’s physical body collapsed onto the defendant’s bench, and the two souls almost overlapped, making it nearly impossible to distinguish them without looking closely.

Suddenly, the staff in charge of the big screen found themselves unable to control the computer in front of them.

The computer automatically prompted that a USB flash drive had been connected, and then it started playing a scene from an interrogation in the Underworld.

It was a male ghost.

Upon seeing the face of the male ghost, Ma Lanhua started crying profusely, "That’s my husband, that’s my husband, is my husband not dead?"

Overcome with emotion, she couldn’t hold back her tears and cried bitterly.

At that moment, Wei Zheng, smiling broadly, said, "Your husband is now living in Fengdu City, queuing up in line."

Fengdu City is Ghost City.

Ma Lanhua, unfamiliar with the term, thought it was a city she hadn’t heard of and anxiously asked the Judge, "Your Honor, when will this demon’s trial be over? I need to buy a ticket to Fengdu."

The Judge was startled and could only explain, "Plaintiff, Fengdu City is the Ghost City of the Underworld, and your husband is in the Underworld waiting to be reincarnated. Don’t cry. Let’s listen carefully to what he has to say. First, we need to bring this criminal to justice. Keep quiet; we need to hear the witness... the ghost’s testimony."

Ma Lanhua’s husband was speaking on the screen.

As the scene quieted down, the sound in the video emerged.

"Hello, my name is Wang Zhangdong." After introducing himself, Wang Zhangdong began to recount what happened to him.

He spoke about going to find his son, and then his son took him to an unfinished building. There were many young people like his son in that building, all waiting there.

At first, Wang Zhangdong kept trying to persuade his son to go back, but his son wouldn’t listen and told him to just wait.

His son was tall and strong, so there was no way Wang Zhangdong could physically force his son to leave; he could only stand there with him.

At 9 P.M., a woman appeared in the unfinished building.

"The woman looked exactly like Hu Yingying, except she had ears on her head and a tail behind her..." it seemed as though Wang Zhangdong remembered the woman’s face, showing a look of fascination, "No man could resist such a woman, really, I was enchanted the moment I saw her."

Wang Zhangdong swallowed his saliva and continued his narrative.

The woman asked for his birth details, which he provided, and she said that he also met the requirements and began to intimately interact with them on the spot.

Ma Lanhua, hearing the intimate contact between the woman and her husband and son, cried even more desperately, with hatred burning in her eyes as she looked at Hu Yingying.

Hu Yingying and Hu Yaoyao stood rooted to the spot, lost for words and too afraid to speak.

Hu Yaoyao had thought that although there were many deities present, if these people really wanted to harm Hu Yingying, she could still run away. But now, with their souls grasped by Impermanence, how could they run?

Hu Yingying was full of panic: it was she who had asked the judge to pull the Hu Yaoyao out of her body, and now it had truly happened. Pretending ignorance was no longer an option.

Wang Zhangdong was now saying that after multiple intimate encounters, how exhausted and uncomfortable their bodies had felt. On the day they died, when they returned home, they also saw Hu Yingying once more, but Hu Yingying was there to capture his soul.

As soon as their son’s soul left his body, it was devoured. He had suddenly become somewhat lucid, clinging to his wife, and that is how he avoided being consumed by Hu Yingying.

Ma Lanhua felt some relief in her heart upon hearing that she had still protected her husband.

Wang Zhangdong continued, "We have chat records with Hu Yingying on our mobile phones; I know that demon isn’t Hu Yingying, but they share one face, there must be a problem."

The video ended there.

"Defendant, do you have anything to say?" This time, the judge was addressing Hu Yingying’s soul.

Hu Yingying let out a whimpering cry, sobbing pitifully.

Crying and sobbing, she suddenly looked up, enraged, "I was forced by the Fox Demon! The Fox Demon forced me to sign a contract with her. I didn’t want to, and she threatened to kill me. All these things—it was her doing them using my face, I didn’t harm anyone."

Her confession and defense seemed particularly shameless.

[Quite the white lotus, truly Oscar-worthy, this acting skills, so impressive.]

[Hahaha, what coerced, I don’t buy it.]

[Really a modern Su Daji, huh? But wasn’t Su Daji’s soul eaten?]

"Alright, then Defendant Hu Yaoyao, what do you have to say?"

Hu Yaoyao looked at the formidable deities she couldn’t afford to offend and said through clenched teeth, "You ignore the rules, appearing in the mortal realm, aren’t you afraid of being punished?"

Her arrogance was based on the fact that the Underworld could only send Ghost Envoys to work in the mortal realm, not these significant deities.

Cui Yu said coldly, "We have a pass."

As he spoke, he glanced at Mianmian.

Mianmian tilted her head, thinking to herself: Could the pass be the letter she had just written? Could her letter serve as a pass for the Ten Kings of Yama, the Four Great Judges, and the Ten Great Commanders of Darkness?

Was it really that powerful?

Cui Yu gently rubbed Mianmian’s little head and whispered, "Mianmian had asked earlier about the contract on the Fox Demon’s body, which we also can’t solve."

Mianmian nodded, "Mmm, that’s right, they are merged together like that now."

Cui Yu smiled, "Have you forgotten how you freed the soul of Phoenix Fairy before?"

His words successfully reminded Mianmian of her long period as a little baldhead.

Back then she had saved Phoenix Fairy, but she too had been punished! Uncle Cui Yu was suggesting that she could now turn her Life-destined Sword into an axe to sever the connection between the two souls.

But wouldn’t that make her bald again?

Mianmian’s gaze fell on Ma Lanhua.

It wasn’t just Ma Lanhua who had lost loved ones, others were suffering too.

Clutching her small fists, Mianmian’s eyes resolved: Fine, if having a bald head again is what it takes to stop the villain, so be it!