I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 807: The Venomous Stare

Chapter 807: Chapter 807: The Venomous Stare

"Hey? So you’re not a ghost after all!"

Turning around, he saw a woman in a suit with arms crossed, giving him an unfriendly look.

"You’re the ghost, your whole family are ghosts!"

The woman just rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, my whole family really are ghosts." Shrugging, he sat brazenly on the bed, "I’m an orphan, no clue who my dad or mom were, probably ghosts by now; as for myself, I’m just a poor ghost."

The woman was amused by his last remark, "I wouldn’t have guessed, but you’re actually pretty funny."

"Of course, brother’s got a lot going on."

Unfortunately, despite her delicate features and fine figure, she wasn’t his type. Otherwise, he would have been tempted to sweet-talk her with all sorts of flattery, given that she was already in the bedroom, mere feet from the bed.

Huh?

When did I become so sleazy?

Or have I always been this sleazy?

While he was puzzled, the woman started speaking, "Hey, where have you been these past few days? I’ve been searching everywhere for you."

"I went out to have some fun, and when I came back, I somehow lost all my past memories, so right now, I don’t remember who you are, what your name is, or what our relationship might be."

"Nonsense!" The woman clearly didn’t believe him, then added, "What relations would I have with you? Don’t be dragging family into this. If the editor hadn’t been pressing me for drafts, I wouldn’t bother seeking out a bookworm like you."

The woman scrutinized him, frowning, "But still, it’s strange. Why do I feel like you’ve changed a bit after not seeing you for two days? Oh, right, where are your glasses? I remember you said you’re severely short-sighted."

"I fell down a slope, and afterward, I discovered that my years of short-sightedness had cleared. Now, my legs don’t hurt, my back doesn’t ache, and I can go up five flights of stairs without any trouble," he quipped.

The woman rolled her eyes again and then said, "Enough, I’m not here to chat."

Saying so, she pulled a chair from beside the writing desk, sat in front of him, and pulled out a voice recorder from her pocket, "Let’s continue the interview we didn’t finish before."

"Huh?"

For the next half hour or so, this woman named Pan Yan asked many questions, the majority of which he answered ambiguously, as he didn’t even know how to respond to them himself.

"Alright, Mr. Muyun, thank you for your cooperation."

Shrugging, he smiled, "It’s nothing, getting a chance to be featured in a magazine is quite a rare experience for someone like me, a Sculpted Silk."

Pan Yan paused, then said with a wry smile, "I can’t promise that this piece will be featured in the magazine. I’m just a junior reporter, and whether my pieces make it or not depends on the editor."

"No worries." He smiled, "Let me show you out."

He was walking Pan Yan to the door, just opening it, when suddenly a figure sprang from outside, throwing a punch straight at him!

In that moment, a very peculiar sensation spread throughout his body, the assailant’s punching speed seemed infinitely slowed, almost like a slow-motion scene in a movie.

Effortlessly dodging, he then heard the attacker yell, "Bastard! How dare you mess with my woman, you’re looking for death!"

As he spoke, this guy swung his fist again, but it was firmly grasped. With a twist of the hand, he was flipped over and then forcefully pressed against the door.

"Hong Quan, it’s you again!"

Pan Yan clearly disliked Hong Quan, and even hatred flickered in her eyes as she coldly said to him, "I’ve told you already, you and I have nothing to do with each other anymore!"

"Han Rourong, listen to me. I’ve reformed completely, and I’m no longer involved with that despicable woman. I’ve realized now that in this world, only you have treated me the best. I love you, I love you. Can’t we just go back to being in love like before?"

"Slap!" Pan Yan fiercely slapped Xu Hai and harshly said, "Mr. X, I’m warning you, it’s over between us! Never step into my life again, ever!"

As she said this, Pan Yan turned and quickly walked away, while you still pressed Hong Quan against the door.

"Let go of me, let go!"

"Okay, calm down, don’t get agitated."

Though you said that, Hong Quan’s eyes brimmed with malice when he looked at you, his expression seeming as if he wanted to tear you apart.

"Come on, Pan Yan was just here to interview me. Can’t you stop being so petty?"

"Hmph!" Hong Quan huffed coldly, "I get it. You can let me go now?"

"Alright."

You slowly loosened your grip, and just as you completely let go, you quickly stepped back three paces. Sure enough, as you stepped back, he swung a punch at you, which you deflected with a slap. Your body reflexively surged forward, and with a punch, you struck his abdomen, sending him flying out of the room.

Before closing the door, you looked at Hong Quan with a cold gaze, "Although I don’t know exactly what happened between you and Pan Yan, it’s clear from Pan Yan’s expression that she will probably never forgive you in this lifetime."

"Bang!"

You slammed the door shut, and the last thing you saw was Hong Quan’s resentful gaze.

Outside, Hong Quan’s roar could be heard, and you couldn’t help but sneer coldly, "Hmph, scum."

Staying in the room until sunset, you almost understood your identity when you realized you were quite hungry. Touching your stomach, you pulled out an envelope from the drawer, containing a dozen or so crisp hundred-yuan bills, along with a passbook and a note. The words on the note made you shake your head and wryly smile, while the numbers on the passbook sent you into deep thought.

The note simply encouraged you to work hard and make money tirelessly until you saved enough to buy a house and then propose to Han Rourong. The number on the passbook was quite eye-catching: 444,400.

Such a small amount of money could at most buy a restroom in Eastern Sea City, which was probably why Han Rourong had broken up with you, and she probably didn’t even know about this passbook. If she did, maybe she would have stuck around a bit longer to drain this account.

Shaking your head with a smile, you nonchalantly tossed the passbook back into the drawer.

To be honest, for reasons unknown, after your memory loss, you were not fixated on money. It seemed that these external possessions could either be had or not, as long as you were living well.

Yet, ironically, without money, how could one possibly live well in such a major international city?

"Tsk!"

Rubbing your aching head, you stood up, stretched, and walked over to the wardrobe.

Regardless, first things first—get something to eat!

When you opened the wardrobe and casually pulled out a T-shirt to put on, as your head went in and you pulled it down, darn, it was too tight!

PS: Some folks still say they don’t understand, so here’s a brief explanation. Li Muyun and Muyun are not the same person. Li Muyun’s remnant soul entered the Soul-Attracting Bell (mentioned later), flew out when the two were digging, collided with Muyun’s corpse, got thrown elsewhere, and then the remnant soul started to reform the body, changing shape and size to become like Muyun.