I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 823 Xian Qianling’s Dilemma

Chapter 823: Chapter 823 Xian Qianling’s Dilemma

"With Zhao’er’s current understanding, if you just relay this message to her as it is, she will understand," he said.

"Oh." Li Li nodded. "Dad, when are you coming to the Human World?"

"I won’t have the chance any time soon. Your mother and I are planning to close off the Dark Ghost Domain for a while. When you come home next time, we have a big surprise for you."

"Then, then Li Li can’t go back?"

"Silly girl, you’re the Ghost Emperor. You can always return home; it’s just that others can’t come in."

"Oh."

Li Li nodded happily.

After Yun Chu ended the call, Grandma Meng slowly exhaled a breath she had been holding for a long time.

In the end, she still hadn’t said the words she most wanted to say...

Grandma Meng sighed softly to herself and then smiled at Li Li. "All the things that needed to be dealt with are done now. You won’t be bothering Elder Sister anymore, right?"

"I wasn’t bothering Elder Sister; I was just asking for her help. Thank you, Elder Sister."

With that, Li Li suddenly flew up, pouted her lips, and kissed Grandma Meng’s smooth cheek. Then, her body was immediately enveloped in black fog and vanished under Grandma Meng’s gaze.

Grandma Meng sighed softly: "Mu Yun, it seems that the Three Realms are going to be in turmoil because of you..."

In a high-end neighborhood in Eastern Sea City, at the home of Xian Qianling.

"Ah..."

Soft sighs emerged from the living room.

Xian Qianling had lost count of how many times she picked up her phone only to put it down again.

She vacillated for nearly half a day.

What was making the usually decisive and straightforward Crazy Woman so indecisive?

Looking at her face, her expression and heart seemed to be knotted together, much like the bitter gourds sold at the vegetable market—outside, tangled; inside, bitter.

Her phone was lying on the table, the screen still lit, displaying the phone directory with the name "Zhao’er" followed by a string of numbers.

Was Xian Qianling planning to call Zhao’er?

Obviously, she had never made the call.

In the end, Xian Qianling simply slumped over the desk, her face pale and dull compared to usual.

"No!" Xian Qianling suddenly raised her head. "I can’t do this! Zhao’er and Little Yun are my best friends. I can’t betray them. To them, he is the only one!"

As if making a final decision, Xian Qianling picked up her phone, entered the password, and was about to press the button when the phone suddenly rang!

The loud sound and vibration startled Xian Qianling, nearly causing her to drop the phone.

She hastily answered: "Hello?"

"Captain, there’s been a murder!"

"Where?"

"187 Xiafei Road, Building 3 in the Rich neighborhood."

"I’ll be right there!"

"Ah-Choo!"

Lying in bed, having had the electric fan on for over an hour, Ah-Choo suddenly sneezed.

He pinched his nose, then rubbed his belly. Five Viscera Temple was empty, and it was time for an offering.

Having returned home from the small clinic, it was already past noon. He wasn’t hungry at that time, nor did he have much desire to eat, so he simply went home and lay on his bed to rest. At the same time, he tried to organize his thoughts, but these thoughts needed no organization because he knew clearly that he was just a poor Sculpted Silk man, how could he compete with someone from an aristocratic family like Qin Feng?

Moreover, could he even win?

It seemed that they could kill him with just a flick of their finger.

Sigh!

Then thinking of Han Rourong, one from the lower tiers of society who couldn’t even keep his own girlfriend, yet vainly dreaming of walking along Paradise Avenue with a goddess like Xian Qianling.

Hmph, laughable!

The dream should end!

Stretching his hand, he slapped his own face and forcefully sat up, then got out of bed.

He boiled some water and made a cup of old altar sauerkraut-flavored instant noodles.

Three minutes later, he was jabbing at the noodles with a plastic fork, blowing on the steaming water vapor while stuffing his mouth full of noodles.

To tell the truth, this was the first time he found instant noodles so unpalatable!

Forget feeding them to a dog, even maggots wouldn’t eat them!

"Ugh!"

When he stuffed the instant noodles, which could sit in the warehouse for fifty years without spoiling, into his mouth, he suddenly felt a surge in his stomach, then rushed to the toilet and vomited all the noodles he had just ingested.

Wiping his mouth, he stood weakly in front of the mirror, looking at his reflection.

Then he sighed heavily once more, turned on the tap, bent down to splash his face with cold water, and then, after drying his face, prepared to leave the house.

At that moment, as he was about to leave, he told himself to forget everything that had happened up until now and to live peacefully as a Sculpted Silk man, striving to earn and save money, marry, have kids, and live out an ordinary life.

As soon as he opened the door, there stood Xu Hai, in a pose as if he was just about to knock.

"Hey, Brother Yun, we really do have a telepathic connection."

Xu Hai was smiling cheekily at him.

Seeing the energetic Xu Hai, he couldn’t help but sigh, "My dear Young Master Xu, what’s the matter now?"

Although Xu looked like a good-for-nothing playboy, his insight was strong and his mind was delicate. He could see right through his inner turmoil. He stepped forward, grabbed his shoulder, and said with a chuckle, "Hehe, holed up in your room wallowing in self-pity, huh?"

"Huh?" He was stunned and immediately denied it, "Joke, why would I wallow in self-pity?"

"Hehe, it’s written all over your face." Xu Hai locked the door with his foot and hooked arms with him as they started walking towards the staircase, "Let me analyze for you, judging by your current expression, you’re definitely troubled by love matters. And from what I know, aside from that Han Rourong, there’s only Miss Xian of Eastern Sea City’s police you’re acquainted with."

Gan!

He could guess everything casually, and suddenly he felt even more powerless about his own life.

Seeing his increasingly despondent expression, Xu Hai gave a slight smile. He didn’t offer too much persuasion or comfort, but simply said, "Hey, buddy, I want to ask you a question."

"What?"

"Let’s imagine a scene." Xu Hai started to sketch out a picture, "On a Lotus Soft Canopy, a stunning beauty with skin like white jade lies sprawled, her breasts high and her skin glossy, neither too thin nor too fat; and then, a man, all virile and masculine, walks over and slowly lays on top of her."

"Cough, Comrade Xu Hai, I am a people’s teacher (albeit a contract worker), please refrain from describing such indecent scenes in public."

By then, they had walked out of the dorm and were standing by the roadside.

Undeterred, Xu Hai cheekily said something that instantly infuriated him.

"Hey, what if I now assign identities to this man and woman."

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