I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 624 Troubles Begin_1

Chapter 624: Chapter 624 Troubles Begin_1

"Little Yunyun, this child, has been raised loosely since childhood. Originally, I didn’t hold much expectation for him; my only wish was that he could marry and have children and live a peaceful life."

Mother En sighed softly and continued, "However, I never expected that the Sen Luo Eye would actually open in his lifetime."

"This is exactly what I can’t figure out," your mother said with a furrowed brow, "I’ve thought about it over and over and it seems to be related to Zhao’er. No matter how much I investigate, I can’t find any useful information about her—it’s as if she appeared out of thin air. Currently, the only clue we have comes from Mu Yun."

"Let’s hear it."

Clearly, Mother En also knew that Zhao’er was key to the mystery; even she couldn’t see through Zhao’er, and not to mention, even with her Myriad Manifestation Eye at its peak state, she couldn’t unravel Zhao’er’s identity—she didn’t even know if she was a human, ghost, corpse, or a deity!

Afterward, your mother shared the information about Zhao’er that she had gathered from you.

Mother En’s brows relaxed slightly, but her eyes revealed a hint of surprise, "I never expected that Zhao’er would be related to the Empress. If the Empress found her and made her into a vessel for borrowing a soul, then to find out Zhao’er’s identity, we might have to start investigating from this angle."

Your mother nodded, "Indeed, not long ago, that boy also went down to a subsidiary tomb in the Qian Ling Mausoleum..."

"What!?" Mother En exclaimed in shock, "Is he tired of living? Is Qian Ling Mausoleum that easy to enter? Let alone him, now just a minor being at Single Qi Realm, even a Four Symbols Hero entering would not return!"

"He didn’t really enter the actual Qian Ling Mausoleum, and it seemed there were people from the Empress following him at the time."

"The Empress? How did she get involved with little Yunyun?"

A deep, masculine voice came from beside Mother En, "Mom, you forgot that Mu Yun’s past life had some affiliation with the Empress."

"Hmph, with one bowl of Grandma Meng Soup, all ties from both lives are severed; what affair could possibly remain?" Saying this, Mother En glanced around and sighed, "Do you think people in this world could be like the two of you, staying together despite being separated by life and death?"

The masculine voice fell silent, while your mother snorted, "As if I like it. If it weren’t for that thing, I would’ve done away with myself long ago."

"Right, about Mu Yun and the Empress, nothing’s going on between them now, right?"

"I don’t know."

"You don’t know?"

"Because I don’t know how to put it, the Empress was a deranged demoness already in the Tang Dynasty, and after reincarnating, it seems she’s gained the Goddess’s spirit... Ah! How could I forget that mess of affairs!"

As your mother’s words took a sharp turn, Mother En immediately asked, "What happened?"

"Mu Yun kept telling me that Zhao’er was taken abroad by the Empress, and as a result, I haven’t seen Zhao’er for quite some time. By the end of last year, Zhao’er returned. At that time, several daughters-in-law came, and I even saw at the door a beauty who resembled Zhao’er by about seventy percent—she must be the Empress!"

"Seventy percent resemblance?"

"Yes. Although little Yunyun didn’t explain it to me clearly, I know that the Empress is actually the Human Soul of the Goddess. The Goddess, in pursuit of reclaiming her Human Soul, clashed with little Yunyun and the others. After a struggle, the Empress seemed to have taken the initiative, successfully absorbing the Divine Power of the Goddess and has now become a Demigoddess."

Mother En looked steadily at your mother, "Little Cherry, are you suggesting that Zhao’er could be related to the Empress?"

"No, it’s not Zhao’er and the Empress; it’s Zhao’er and the Goddess."

Mother En fell silent, then raising her head she solemnly said, "Are you sure?"

"I’m not sure, but it’s possible."

"Hmm, we’ll need to plan carefully regarding this matter. Let’s do this—I’ll ask Luanfeng Pavilion to help investigate," Mother En proposed.

"That seems to be the only option," your mother nodded in agreement.

"Let’s leave this matter here for now, and try not to mention it in front of Little Yunyun," said Mother En, then she turned to look at the air beside her, "Little Song, Little Yunyun isn’t getting any younger. In a couple more years, he’ll be getting married and having kids. Now that the curse on him has been broken, shouldn’t you meet him at least once?"

"Mom, wait a bit longer, okay? I’ll find a suitable opportunity to meet him and explain everything clearly."

"Explain my ass! Just charge up to him, hug your son tight, and say, ’Son, I’m your dad,’ and then, ’Son, sorry for being a crappy father and neglecting you all these years.’ Wouldn’t that settle it?" Your mother looked at the air beside her with contempt.

"Alright, you all sort this out yourselves. It’s about time. Take Little Yan with you and go see your father."

"Alright, okay."

A man and a woman answered at the same time.

Thanks to riding on Wu Qiyi’s coattails, this time they all took a private jet to go back.

Yang Kai, lounging comfortably in the plush seat with his legs crossed, said excitedly, "Wow, first time on a plane, this feels so thrilling."

However, no one paid him any attention.

Wu Qiyi sat reading a book on her chair, Xian Qianling was engrossed in her music, Xiao Feng and Han Lele were tucked away in a corner whispering sweet nothings, occasionally emitting a "smooch, smooch" sound that made others blush and cover their ears.

Nie Ying simply played dead, not wanting to deal with this fool.

As for you, heh, you were watching the "I Have a Date with a Thousand-Year-Old Female Corpse" anime.

Yang Kai, bored out of his skull, recklessly set his sights on Little Hei, the little black cat beside Xian Qianling—Little Mo.

Little Mo was different from Little Hei; though their strengths were not much different, Little Mo’s petite appearance made it appear much cuter than Little Hei’s imposing presence.

Yang Kai looked at Little Mo perched on the top of the chairback and, with a grin, moved his head closer and said, "Hey, Xiao Xiao Mo, Old Shu told me you’re a spirit cat. You should understand what I’m saying, right?"

"Meow?"

Little Mo tilted its head and meowed at Yang Kai.

Seeing Yang Kai reaching out to touch Little Mo, you put down your headphones and said, "Kai Zi, unless you want your face scratched up and your wife running off with someone else, I suggest you don’t mess with this little guy. Don’t be fooled by Little Hei’s size; it’s got a good temper, and you can play with it however you want without getting it mad. But cats are different, especially Little Mo. I don’t think a Nine Nether Ghost Cat would let a human pet it so freely."

When Nie Ying heard the term "Nine Nether Ghost Cat," her eyes shot open, and she stared at Little Mo in shock.

Suddenly, she hurriedly turned to you and said, "President, are you really comfortable keeping such a dangerous creature by your side?"

"No worries, in this world, other than a Teddy, I’m brave enough to keep any pet."

Upon hearing this, Yang Kai immediately let out a sleazy laugh and said, "Old Shu, if you kept that breed of dog, you might have to split the character for ’Mu’ into two, huh?"

Xiao Feng, in the midst of an intimate moment, overheard Yang Kai and turned to ask, "What does that mean?"

Yang Kai and you exchanged a glance. He started, "Writing heaven."

You continued, "Writing earth."

Xiao Feng caught on and gave him a sidelong glare, "Writing the air!"

"Mew!"