I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse

"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."