I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 297: Mourning_1

Chapter 297: Chapter 297: Mourning_1

"Could it be that Wang Zimo really isn’t human?"

Zong Wangyue looked at you with an expression of astonishment, as if eager to get an answer from your lips.

You shook your head slightly and said, "He should still be human, but he’s been tainted with too much ghostly energy. There’s also a kind of aura mixed in that I’ve never encountered before; I can’t define it right away."

"What do we do then? Little Han and your sister-in-law won’t be in danger, will they?"

You looked at Zong Wangyue and said with a smile, "Are you worried about Little Han, or are you worried about my sister-in-law?"

Zong Wangyue covered his forehead, not expecting that he would get retorted by you. He pleaded, "Boss, I was wrong, I won’t talk back to you again. Let me tell you the truth, Wang Xiaohan is a member of our community; we are comrades-in-arms in the same trench, and she’s Glasses’ type, totally not my pursuit, as you should know I like them busty and curvy; as for my sister-in-law, I am merely appreciating beauty. She’s someone’s wife, and I wouldn’t dare to think otherwise."

"Look at you, that’s shameful." You shot Zong Wangyue a look of disapproval, "We might not be able to see through Wang Zimo’s true face for the time being, but at least he is Little Han’s brother, my sister-in-law’s man. Also, I always feel that his appearance is somehow connected to the recent turmoil in the Underworld."

"Hmm, now that you mention it, I do feel something similar to the Ghost about Brother Wang’s presence," Zong Wangyue nodded earnestly.

"No matter what, it’s impossible for him to harm his own sister and wife." Having said that, you again addressed Zong Wangyue, "When you have a moment later, also mention Little Han’s family situation to Glasses."

"Wang Xiaohan is very proud; she would not accept any donations from Glasses."

"That’s their business as a couple, we just need to let Glasses know."

"That’s true." Zong Wangyue nodded and immediately took out his cell phone to send a WeChat message to Wei Shuxian.

About ten minutes or so later, you parked your car in an open space in the outskirts, a barren land that was more than a hundred meters away from the nearest residence.

You and Zong Wangyue carried two paper mansions and four paper figures down from the car and placed them on the ground.

"Boss, what do we do next? Do we just burn them directly?"

You smiled and said, "It’s not that simple. Burning offerings is a technique that requires careful attention."

"What technique could there be? I just light things up at my grandfather’s grave when I burn stuff for him."

"It’s not that easy. If you’ve been burning offerings for your ancestors like this over the years, then less than one percent of it ends up reaching them; of course, if your ancestors have already been reincarnated, then burning these things is all in vain."

While speaking, you took out two pieces of Talisman Paper from your pocket along with a Vermilion pen from your chest, and wrote the names of Kan Zihui and Kan Zihuang, the two brothers, on each sheet.

The two pieces of Talisman Paper burned at your fingertips as you gave them a light shake. After the Talisman Paper burned to ash, the ash gradually lifted from the ground under your control and split into two streams heading towards the mansions and paper figures. They hovered in the air, forming two circles.

"Burn it."

Upon your command, Zong Wangyue, who was already prepared, used a lighter to ignite two blank pieces of Talisman Paper, lighting the paper figures and paper mansions on the left and right.

The offerings burned vigorously, but Zong Wangyue, observing from the side, was astonished to find that, as the offerings burned, the ashes would ascend with the airflow. The ashes flew into the hovering ash circles above, as if entering another dimension, and disappeared into thin air.

After all the offerings had been burned, you clapped your hands and smiled, saying, "There, done!"

Zong Wangyue turned his head to you, his eyes brimming with stars, "Boss, will you teach me, please?"

"Do you think you can learn it?" you countered.

"I... I can learn it!"

"In our club, everyone besides you has been studying Taoism diligently. Even if they’re progressing slowly, by now they can perform some simple spells and at least set up a talisman formation, but not you. Besides having fun, you just keep having fun," you said before adding another comment, "Besides, if you learned it, what for? To pick up girls?"

"Hehe, you’ve seen through me," Zong Wangyue’s face was as thick as a city wall.

"To pick up girls, why don’t you just learn a few tricks from those magicians? Besides, don’t you usually just flash that black card when you’re picking up girls? Since when did you need any methods?"

"Boss, that’s spending money, not picking up girls."

"The moment you find a girl worth protecting with your life, Brother will definitely teach you a few tricks," you said as you heavily patted Zong Wangyue’s shoulder.

Zong Wangyue glanced at his slightly plump figure, and sighed softly, "It’s tough. With my looks, which girl would give me a second glance? If it weren’t for the small fortune at home, I would probably have to just grab my left hand with my right, jerking off sadly."

You turned to look at Zong Wangyue and spoke seriously, "Zongzi, we are brothers, so I’ll say a bit more. In this world, anything can happen, many things—you’ll never know unless you try; some people—if you don’t go looking for them, they will only live in your fantasy. To do or not to do is just a thought away. If you don’t do it, you’ll definitely regret it, but if you do, there might be a chance."

Having said that, you got into the car.

Zong Wangyue stood there dumbfounded, taking a long time to respond, "Boss, I understand now!"

Heard Zong Wangyue’s realization, you were just about to praise him a few words, but the coward suddenly added, "I’ll go get myself another black card, cast a wider net, and I’m bound to catch the fish I want!"

You rolled your eyes; this guy was beyond saving.

The next day was Christmas, and all four of you in the dorm room were cozied up in bed, sleeping in. No one wanted to get up.

Around nine o’clock, Yang Kai’s phone suddenly rang, "The Five-Starred Red Flag flutters in the wind, how loud the victory song is singing!"

"Yang Kai, shut that damn phone off!"

You were yelling when Yang Kai fumbled about and finally retrieved his phone from underneath the blanket near his crotch, and affectionately said, "Hello–– My dear Little Yingying, have you missed your honey?–– Mhm, mhm, okay, I’m on my way, wait for me, oh."

As he hung up, Yang Kai made a point of noisily kissing the phone.

This bastard!

Just as Yang Kai got out of bed, Liao Yong’s phone rang too, "The most romantic thing I can think of is growing old with you slowly..."

Liao Yong took his phone from the pocket of his coat and, smiling at you and Wei Shuxian, said, "Sorry, sorry, I’ll be off in a sec."

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