Chapter 126 - 125: You Can’t Treat a Child Like This
However, what set Mianmian apart from Sun Wukong’s great turmoil in the Underworld was that Mianmian was but a little bun, holding a Soul-hooking Rope in her hand, with a string of ghosts hanging from it.
Her chubby little steamed bun face was stern as she saw the Yin Soldiers wielding their weapons about to strike her, and with a little stretch of her hand, she put up a Spiritual Power Shield.
Liao Zhe watched as Mianmian barged into the Underworld, and the patrolling Yin Soldiers wanted to hit Mianmian. Initially, he was smirking devilishly, thinking his scheme of sowing discord was working and that maybe he could sneak away unnoticed. Who would have thought Mianmian would actually conjure up a Spiritual Power Shield?
That was one thing, but how could this child have caught them all in her hand?
The reason for "them" was that Mianmian, using the Soul-hooking Rope, had grabbed all the male ghosts and kneaded them into a black qi-emitting ball.
For the female vengeful ghosts, Mianmian was rather gentle, "I’m going to turn you into balls too, so that you won’t get hurt when we fight."
These vengeful female ghosts had known since they passed through the three major checkpoints that Mianmian had been protecting them all along, as they weren’t the only pair on the road. They had also witnessed the difficulties Mianmian faced with the gate-keeping Yin Soldiers.
"Okay, go Little Mianmian," cheered the vengeful ghosts for Mianmian, willingly letting themselves be turned into balls.
Mianmian then tied the Soul-hooking Rope around her waist, making it a unique belt, with two balls hanging from it, distinctive indeed.
She then rubbed her little hands together, shook her feet, and chuckled at the Yin Soldiers outside attacking the Spiritual Power Shield.