Ruthless Host and Her Little Darling Quick Transmigration

Chapter 252 Apocalypse 17

"We're leaving in three days. Would you like to see your family before you go?"

Qin Baobao was confident that finding the King of Hell's Palace in three days would not be difficult for the Lord of the World.

Mo Qing's mouth dropped open in surprise.

Is this really a soul-reaping messenger?! No black robes, no scythe, and not the Black and White Impermanence from mythology.

Is this the Soul Reaper?

It's incredible.

Mo Qing had always believed that the other party had ulterior motives. Their stories of the apocalypse and human catastrophe seemed like utter nonsense and ramblings! She hadn't believed a single word of them.

Now she had some doubts. Would someone really tell a lie that would be exposed? Was it because they were truly capable, or did they have ulterior motives?

Meeting relatives?

Legend has it that ghosts and monsters can increase their cultivation by absorbing dragon energy.

As the leader of a country, Muhammad should also possess dragon energy, so could he be plotting something like this?

No, I must protect Father Mu and prevent him from falling into such a trap. Father Mu represents not only himself but the entire country; nothing can be allowed to happen to him.

Mo Qing was getting a little anxious. Her voice was sweet and soft, so soft it touched one's heart.

"Fairy sister~ Can I really contact my mom and dad? I haven't seen them in so long~"

Qin Baobao got goosebumps all over her body and almost immediately agreed.

"of course can."

"Really? That's wonderful!" Mo Qing looked over excitedly, her eyes sparkling as if she adored the person opposite her. Then she quickly lowered her head, as if her eyes had been stung by the intense light.

Mo Qing closed her eyes, her two pupils darting around beneath her eyelids as she desperately tried to figure out the other person's intentions.

"Can I call Daddy Mu now?" Her voice was full of caution, like that of a pitiful young animal.

Actually, she had a communication device on her wrist and had already sent a distress signal to Mr. Mu. Mr. Mu would definitely arrive within half an hour at most.

However, Mo Qing definitely cannot let him come over now.

"can."

It's understandable that a little girl would be anxious if she hadn't seen her parents for a long time, so Qin Baobao agreed almost immediately.

Mo Qing's figure flickered, and she returned to that small courtyard.

The vines twined around the pillar, quite elegant, but she had no time to appreciate it. Ignoring the shimmering figures around her, she immediately dialed her personal terminal.

Hurry up, hurry up, answer it quickly.

The person on the other end seemed to sense her urgency, unlike their usual hesitation and delays. The personal terminal beeped for two seconds before connecting immediately.

"It's Xiao Qingqing," she recognized her at a glance; she was indeed her biological daughter.

"Dad, it's me." He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"I miss you..." Mo Qing's lips moved again and again, but in the end she couldn't express her current situation.

Kind people always like to do things that sacrifice themselves to protect others.

"I had a lot of fun outside, and I probably won't be able to come back for a long time. I bet Daddy Mu is happy that I'm not stuck in the middle, right? Don't explain, explaining is just covering up, and covering up is the truth. Humph, I'm angry."

Mu Cangxuan sighed, watching his daughter ramble on and on, pretending to be strong. It would be a lie to say he wasn't moved at all.

"Mo Qing," Mu Cangxuan looked at his daughter solemnly, his eyes filled with complex emotions, "Aren't you happy following that person?"

The little girl was stunned, staring incredulously at her most admired father.

So he knew all along? Why did Dad agree to let me be taken away by a non-living being? Does he really hate me that much?

Tears welled up in Mo Qing's eyes and fell like pearls from her eye sockets.

Did my father abandon me? That's why he sent me to my death. Being willing to die is one thing, being sent to your death is another.

"Ah Qing, it's good for you to follow her."

"Okay." Mo Qing agreed with a sob in her voice; her long-held faith had led her to choose to believe.

What can you do if you don't believe it?

A thin arm can't twist a thick thigh; neither side is within her reach.

After hanging up the call, the little girl sat listlessly on the stone bench.

Qin Baobao felt the energy emanating from her soul being rapidly absorbed by this small world, and her steps faltered for a moment. If… if she sacrificed herself, could she save this small world?

Qin Baobao lowered her eyelids and finally entered the little girl's body.

Whatever we say is just a hypothetical, but the thing we can't trust most in this world is a hypothetical.

Qin Baobao is now the ruler of the world. If she declines, the small world will surely decline as well.

Qin Baobao dared not act rashly, because she was not only the ruler of this world.

"Fairy sister, what is your name?" Mo Qing was shocked when she actually saw the underworld. Seeing the King of Hell's respectful attitude towards Qin Baobao, Mo Qing knew that the person in front of her was definitely not just a soul-collecting messenger.

My name is... Mu Lingxi

Drifting aimlessly, unaware of the way home—isn't this a true reflection of myself?

"Is the fairy sister sad?" The little girl's bright eyes flashed with worry.

It's really strange that someone who can control everything would have times when things don't go their way!

"I'm leaving now. If you have any questions, you can ask the King of Hell." She didn't answer the little girl's question, but before leaving, she tapped the little girl's forehead with her finger. A golden light entered the depths of the little girl's soul, and the little girl immediately became radiant with golden light.

This can be considered as fulfilling the little girl's wish.

"Wow, it really changed color." It's really generous. As soon as this stuff enters the body, the whole body feels warm and cozy. You can tell it's a good thing without even looking at it.

Even the King of Hell beside him was twisted with envy. How could it not be wonderful for all the great gods to have such an unattainable golden light of merit? Even a person who has been virtuous for ten lifetimes might not be able to possess such a rich golden light of merit. Just how much good fortune has this little girl accumulated to be valued by that person? It's truly... I'm so envious.

Yama wished he could just snatch it away and keep it for himself, but he didn't dare.

Mo Qing snapped out of her comfortable state and found that the person was no longer around; only the King of Hell was still guarding her side.

"Mu Lingxi." Mo Qing studied the name carefully, trying to figure out the person's psychology.

"Will we meet again?"

Mo Qing pestered Yama, but Yama remained unmoved. Mo Qing could only beg Yama to keep her in the underworld, hoping to see her again in the future.

Because of Qin Baobao… oh no, now she should be called Mu Lingxi. Because of Mu Lingxi, Yama readily agreed.

A soul possessing the golden light of merit is an excellent candidate for employee; in the past, such souls were destined to be reincarnated in the vast world. If a soul agrees to stay but doesn't immediately agree, it's irresponsible of them to refuse to work.

With another new employee, my workload can be reduced.

The King of Hell was visibly pleased. He arranged for the person to leave and happily returned to his palace.

This joy can only last until you return to the underworld.

Looking at the mountain of official documents piled up on the table, Yama suddenly clutched his aching back.

Wow, it's been 5000 years since it rested.

As a leader, taking a short vacation isn't unreasonable, is it?

The King of Hell strolled around his office, not even touching the chair, before turning and leaving. He was utterly relaxed and self-satisfied, carrying his good mood through to the very end.