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

Xian Qianling hesitated for a moment, then said a word of thanks, "Thank you."

"No need for formalities."

Her gaze shifting, Xian Qianling asked, "By the way, you just said that the cheongsam wasn’t a ghost, so what is it?"

"If you had asked me this question yesterday, I’m afraid I wouldn’t have been able to answer you, but among the twelve books I read last night, there happened to be one that answered this question." You continued, "In ancient times, there was a very mysterious profession known as the ’Soul Deliverer.’"

"Soul Deliverer?"

"Soul Deliverers are a branch of Taoism, and they can only be women, usually unmarried ones."

"What do Soul Deliverers do?"

You said with a smile, "Of course, they deliver souls."

"I know that, I mean, how do they send souls, and whose souls do they send?"

You lifted Xian Qianling slightly by her buttocks, causing her to bounce on your back before settling down again.