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

"Sun’s daughter-in-law? Hey, turns out it’s Mu Yun’s wife, huh. That kid is really capable, managing to find such an outstanding partner."

Upon hearing that Yan Zisu is your wife, Wei Yingyue, who stood behind Wei Tong, couldn’t help but take a few extra glances at Yan Zisu. She truly couldn’t fathom why someone as lofty and exquisite as Yan Zisu would fall for someone as timid as you.

"Zisu, well, she’s now, like Mu Yun, a senior in high school. Calling her my wife is a bit premature; in today’s young people’s terms, she’s my girlfriend. However, the elders of both families have also agreed that when these two children come of age, they will register their marriage, which would also ease my worries." Your grandfather sighed, "Old now, in a blink of an eye, I find myself already at dusk’s end, not many years left. If I could see my great-grandchildren before I die, that would be nice."

Upon hearing those words, Yan Zisu couldn’t help but lower her head slightly, her cheeks blushing.

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As he spoke, your grandfather looked up at Wei Yingyue beside Wei Tong, and said with a smile: "Little Wei, is the girl beside you that tomboy from back then?"

Mentioning herself, Wei Yingyue bowed to your grandfather and said: "Uncle Li, it has been many years, and you remain as sturdy as ever."

"Absolutely!" Your grandfather laughed heartily, "However, indeed I am old. You young ones have grown so much now, and we old guys are about ready to be buried."

"Uncle Li, judging by your current condition, another two or three decades shouldn’t be a problem."

"Little girl, pretty face, sweet mouth. Have you found a family to marry into yet?" Older folks enjoy being with the younger ones, because it makes them feel youthful and improves their mindset.

The topic reached this point, and Wei Tong felt it was about time, conveniently interjecting: "Captain, my granddaughter is really unfortunate."

"What’s going on?" Your grandfather is quite shrewd, and as soon as Wei Tong opened his mouth, he could guess roughly what was going on, "I’ve been wondering why you, Wei, haven’t visited me all these years, and today you show up suddenly with old wine, even bringing Beggar’s Chicken. Turns out you came to pour out bitterness."

"Captain, I..."

Wei Tong was about to speak when your grandfather waved his hand and said, "Alright, alright, speak directly, spill what’s on your mind!"

"Hey!" Wei Tong knew well your grandfather’s character, and there’s a saying: Taking from others gives them leverage, silencing oneself gives them peace. He said immediately, "Captain, do you still remember Old Chen?"

"Which Old Chen?" Your grandfather had lived for most of a lifetime and knew too many people, Chen being a common surname, just casually mentioning it could mean numerous individuals.

"Oh my brain!" Wei Tong tapped his forehead and continued, "It’s my old squad leader, Chen Weiguo."

"Oh, turns out it’s that rascal." At this point, your grandfather’s eyes gleamed, and he continued, "That rascal visited once eight years, no, seven years ago, and there’s been no news since. Wonder if he’s dead."

At this, Wei Tong couldn’t help but sigh deeply: "My squad leader has passed."

"When did this happen?" Your grandfather remained relatively calm, as at this age, he’s come to terms with life and death.

"According to what Lao Du said, more than four years ago."

"Four years? Why didn’t Du Ping’an mention it to me?" Your grandfather muttered gloomily.

Speaking of Du Ping’an, Wei Tong became increasingly infuriated and slammed his hand on the stone table: "Talking about this Lao Du really ticks me off! Captain, Du Ping’an used to go against me in the troops everywhere. Later, he was assigned to the Southeast Military District and would spar with me often. Now, well, he’s even started undermining me!"

Wei Tong’s actions were fluid and natural, without any pretense, and quickly brought Du Ping’an into the topic while mixing in his own issues. Looking at the admiration Wei Yingyue had from the side — "Old ginger is truly spicier!"

Of course, this was just a surface statement. Wei Tong and Du Ping’an belonged to the same type, "crafty and shrewd"; when encountering issues, their first instinct was to think before acting, unlike your grandfather, whose first reaction was to raise fists for a fight.

Therefore, back in your grandfather’s troop, Wei Tong and Du Ping’an had always been tight-knit, as if wearing the same pair of pants wouldn’t be too much of an exaggeration.

"Continue." Your grandfather was quite wise, knowing Wei Tong was spontaneously performing, thus not interrupting his rhythm.

"Captain, you also know my old squad leader has a nickname, ’Ghost Hand.’

"Yes, everyone who knows him knows that ’Ghost Hand’ is quite an ancient moniker, supposedly representing a particular sect, passed down through generations by its leader."

"Correct, and now in this generation, ’Ghost Hand’ is called Li Tian thanks to my old squad leader and his son’s teachings."

At this, your grandfather’s eyebrows raised slightly; he seemed to sense something extraordinary. Your grandfather knew very well who Li Tian was because back then, it was he who named you Li Tian.

Originally, the name Li Tian was prepared by your grandfather for his own son, but his wife only bore a daughter.

Your grandfather hadn’t expected you to collaborate with Wei Tong, and he couldn’t help but look at Wei Yingyue once more, the corners of his mouth raising slightly, heart secretly noting, "This rascal doesn’t have other skills, but his ability to find a partner is indeed improving. Moreover, the girls he finds are each prettier than the last. If that little imp Little Cherry knows, I wonder what expression she’d have."

Seeing your grandfather silent, Wei Tong continued: "My old squad leader’s son Hou Tu and my son Song Bai were arranged in a childhood betrothal, but Hou Tu, that rascal, never found a partner. Later, it was said he’d bring back a disciple to fulfill this commitment."

Your grandfather pondered: "This disciple is Li Tian?"

"Yes!"

"Li Tian, Li Tian, that name sounds familiar." Your grandfather’s brows furrowed as his rough and calloused palm struck the stone table, "Li Tian, isn’t that Tianzhu? That kid disappeared for three years and returned?"

"Captain, you know this kid too?"

"Heard from Ping’an; this kid has decent skills, even better character." When it comes to your grandson, your grandfather’s praise is always generous.

"Indeed! Li Tian has met my Little Yue and even lived together. But recently, Du Ping’an came with news saying Li Tian sacrificed himself on a mission."

"Really?" Even knowing this was false, upon hearing it, your grandfather’s heart rate reflexively sped up a bit.

Wei Tong slammed the table: "Absolute nonsense! When my granddaughter heard the news of Li Tian’s death, she fainted immediately and spent four days on an IV at the hospital! She only just recovered, and her temperament changed significantly, not only speaking little but rarely smiling. Now, when people at her company see her, they act as if they’ve seen Lord Yama, scared to death!"