I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 440 Meeting the In-Laws_1

Chapter 440: Chapter 440 Meeting the In-Laws_1

"What’s the Lucky Cat?"

Zhao’er turned her head to look at you and asked simply.

"It’s a rather obscure form of witchcraft, and the methods used are quite cruel. They put a cat in a coffin and place it on an altar. Once the cat is confined, it will desperately scratch the coffin, which sounds like ’Lucky Cat’ in Chinese. It’s said this kind of witchcraft can bring a great fortune to an individual."

You thought Zhao’er would just end the conversation with a simple "Oh," but instead she said, "Witchcraft is an obscure art, fortune and misfortune go hand in hand."

You were taken aback, for a moment even thinking you had misheard her. Zhao’er was actually capable of saying something so profound.

Seeing you look at her intently, Zhao’er slightly tilted her head, still with an innocent and dazed expression, and asked, "Is that wrong?"

"No, of course it’s right."

You smiled and nodded at Zhao’er, but then the conversation took a turn and, with a frown, you said, "However, as far as I know, there are only two ways to nail a coffin shut, one is with seven nails, and the other is with nine nails. The seven nails are for nailing down the human soul, which represents everything a person experiences in life. By pinning the human soul in the coffin, you preserve everything from their current life inside; nine nails are rarely used, and it’s said that only enemies resort to this method, to nail a person’s human soul, Heavenly Soul, and Earthly Soul inside the coffin. The human soul cannot be taken away by ghosts, it’s doomed to wander around the grave forever, unable to be reincarnated."

"Then why did he use eight nails?" Zhao’er suddenly asked.

"I don’t know ... huh?" you paused suddenly, and said to Zhao’er, "Zhao’er, how do you know he used eight nails?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao’er slowly extended her right hand, and a pale blue flame appeared on the palm of her right hand. The flame bloomed slowly like a flower, and above the fiery flower appeared the ghostly vision of the woman holding the cat, just as she was entering the elevator.

"Zhao’er, who did you learn this trick from?"

Zhao’er shook her head slightly: "Don’t know."

After thinking for a while, you asked again, "Can everyone see it?"

"No, only those who have been marked can."

"Marked?"

"Yeah, when giving her the cat, I made a mark on her."

Zhao’er’s words surprised you because she had just been in front of your eyes and you hadn’t noticed her marking the woman at all!

You looked at Zhao’er and realized that ever since she went out with the Empress, there seemed to be some subtle changes in her.

But Zhao’er is still Zhao’er, she will always be your Zhao’er, and that is something that will never change.

Although the vision seen in the flames of Zhao’er’s fire flower isn’t as clear as those seen through Sen Luo Eye, it resembled the sight from a surveillance camera nonetheless. The effect was still quite good, so you decided to close your Sen Luo Eye and just observe the woman with Zhao’er.

Before long, the woman came down from the upper floors. She didn’t drive off, nor did she go far, instead, she entered the community’s activity room.

The end of the year was near, and the Huaxia people had a tradition, which was to bond over the gambling table.

The Huaxia people believe that a light gamble enlivens the spirit and quickly enhances the progressively distant relationships, even those who usually abstain from gambling would put down a hundred or two hundred yuan on the gambling table during this time.

This activity room was normally used by the ladies of the community who had nothing to do, to play mahjong. Today, there were several additional tables with not just women but also men in attendance.

The woman was clearly a regular patron; as soon as she entered, she greeted a few flamboyantly dressed women and then sat down to play mahjong with them.

You naturally didn’t understand mahjong, but within the next twenty minutes or so, the woman had won over two thousand yuan, making it quite apparent that the witchcraft associated with the Lucky Cat was taking effect.

Truth be told, you’ve never enjoyed watching others play mahjong since childhood; you find it too time-consuming. After watching for more than twenty minutes, you started to feel a bit tired of it.

Just then, your phone rang in your pocket. Taking it out, you saw it was from Xiao Feng.

"Crazy, what are you up to?"

"Hey, Old Shu, I heard from Zongzi that Zhao’er is back?"

"Yeah, right."

"Is she at your place, or with you?"

"Oh come on, will you just spit it out already? Your dragging on is giving me cramps here!"

At the other end of the phone, Xiao Feng chuckled in a somewhat sleazy manner.

"Actually, there’s nothing much, I just want to ask you for a favor."

"What?"

"Well, I want you and Zhao’er to come over to my place."

"Man, it’s New Year’s Eve today, why would I go to your house? And why should I bring Zhao’er along?"

"Tch, it’s an emergency, bro!" Xiao Feng sounded a bit anxious, "You know what my mom is like. She’s all polite and doesn’t get angry when there are guests around; but if it’s just me and Lele, she would nag me to death. Plus, I’m worried that Lele might not be to her liking, so I need your help to put in a good word."

"Then I’ll just go by myself. Why bring Zhao’er? Aren’t you afraid that once Zhao’er shows up, she’ll outshine Lele?"

"Someone else’s wife, that’s their business; only the one who’s right for you is the best. My mom understands this. I’m mainly worried about Lele. With her Yinguo Body, if something goes wrong—tch, you know my mom’s temperament; she’s superstitious. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be seeking your mom out every now and then."

Your mother and Xiao Feng’s mother aren’t exactly best friends, but they are very close, frequently visiting each other.

Xiao Feng continued: "I also called your mom earlier, and she said she has to prepare for the New Year’s Eve dinner tonight and won’t have time, so she told me to find you."

"Alright, alright, what bad luck I have to have a buddy like you."

After hanging up the phone, you turn to Zhao’er and say, "Let’s go."

"Okay."

Zhao’er always supports your decisions unconditionally.

Because of Xiao Feng’s call, you temporarily put the matter to one side. And since New Year’s Eve was upon you, you didn’t want to get involved and just hoped to enjoy the festivities happily.

Xiao Feng’s home wasn’t far from yours, but there was a big difference in the surroundings; at least he lived in a villa.

The gatekeeper of the villa community was also a familiar face. He saw a domineering pickup truck charging straight towards the entrance and quickly lowered the barrier, coming out from inside.

"Uncle Liu, it’s me."

Stopping the car, you lean out and toss a pack of Furong Wang to the security guard.

The security guard caught the cigarettes and couldn’t help looking at you carefully a few times, then said with a smile, "I was wondering who it was, Mu Yun. I didn’t recognize you at first. You’re quite something, driving such a posh vehicle!"

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the security guard opened the gate for you.

Xiao Feng’s villa community was quite old, luscious with vegetation and extensive greenery; the residents here were either wealthy or noble.

You drove the car down the familiar path to Xiao Feng’s villa without any trouble.

"Zhao’er!"

As soon as the car door opened, Xiao Feng, standing at the doorway, suddenly lunged forward!