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

"Little Lui An."

Upon hearing this name, Grandma Meng’s brow immediately furrowed, "Could it be that you’ve already gathered those three items?"

"Mhm."

Seeing you nod, Grandma Meng fell silent.

Rain, pitter-pattering, as if two lovers deep in romance were whispering sweet nothings by the window sill.

After a long while, Grandma Meng spoke again, "Could you let this old woman have a look at those three items?"

With a casual flip of your hand, the three items miraculously appeared in your palm.

Resting on your left hand was a cheap plastic bowl, inside of which was the Grandma Meng Soup; your right hand held two things, a copper lock, and a black gourd the size of a thumb.

Grandma Meng’s attention was first drawn to the Soul Lock. Without waiting for your consent, she reached into the air with a light grab, and the Soul Lock, breaking through the spatial boundaries, appeared in her hand.

"Soul Lock, this thing was once a personal treasure of Master Zhang of Mount Longhu, where did you find it?"