I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse-Chapter 1433 - 1434: Maybe That Woman Is a Lesbian (10th Update)

"Oh, that’s good." You breathed a sigh of relief.

"What’s so good? That woman might be a lesbian!"

You scratched the back of your head and smiled wryly, "Well, my sister isn’t the type to be casual, hehe. Oh, right, Mom, I’m going to visit Fatty’s house tonight."

"Go ahead, but be back by ten, as usual."

"Okay, Mom, you’re the best!" Saying that, you kissed your mother’s cheek and rushed out like the wind.

"This kid, already grown up, hasn’t changed his wild ways." After you left, your mother’s attitude softened, becoming as gentle as water.

Your father merely smiled and continued reading.

Naturally, you didn’t go to Zong Wangyue’s house. You quickly left the neighborhood, wandered through alleys for a while, then boarded a bus, transferring three times. You finally entered a high-end residential area, and when you came out, you had changed into a completely different outfit. The clothes were very ordinary at a glance, but on closer inspection, certain details were noticeable; anyone in the fashion industry could tell the style and material of your clothing were not manufactured domestically.

At this moment, you had adopted a stern face; even your eyes had turned unusually cold, with a ten-centimeter scar on your left cheek, appearing highly realistic. Moreover, your entire demeanor exuded a "keep your distance" aura, causing others to avoid you, not daring to take another glance.

Holding a wooden box, you hailed a taxi and headed toward the Yuhang City Senior Retirement Residential Area.

On this Mid-Autumn night, the community was full of pedestrians, mostly elderly enjoying the cool air, albeit a few were couples in love.

You slightly quickened your pace, navigating this older area designed with standalone houses. As you focused on the house numbers while walking, you accidentally bumped into someone—"Hey! Watch where you’re going!"

It was a young man who spoke, looking around your age. The corners of your lips curved slightly into a seemingly sinister smile. You didn’t speak, just turned and continued scanning around with a tilted head.

"Wait!"

The young man hurriedly stepped forward, reaching for your shoulder. However, you seemed to sense this from behind, slightly tilting your body to dodge. Quickening his pace, he attempted to grab your shoulder again, but the instant he touched you, it felt as if a pin had pricked him, causing him to withdrew instantaneously.

"This guy is really strange." The young man said, clutching his pricked hand. Although there was no visible wound, he still felt a slight pain.

The young man followed you until you stopped in front of a seemingly simple small courtyard. The walls were covered in ivy, looking enchanting under the silvery moonlight.

A breeze brushed past, carrying a floral scent that made you take a deep breath, trying to calm your emotions.

When the young man saw where you stopped, his eyebrows twitched involuntarily.

"Hey, kid..."

The young man was about to approach you when a voice, clear and crisp like spring water, came from the small courtyard: "Qingshan! What are you doing there? Hurry up and get inside!"

Raising your head toward the source of the voice, you saw a professional woman in clean attire. Her long hair, gently swaying with the wind, created a picturesque scene. However, she didn’t offer you much time to observe; you barely caught her facial features before she turned to re-enter the house, leaving an image of elegance and grace.

"Hey, don’t block the way." Qingshan noticed you standing at his grandpa’s door and spoke up as a reminder.

You scratched your head, looking at Qingshan: "Is this Elder Wei’s house?"

Your tone had changed dramatically since before; now, your voice carried a chilling air, like a cold wind from an ice cellar, giving others goosebumps.

"Yes, my grandpa lives here." Seeing you up close, Qingshan suddenly had an illusion, feeling as if he was facing a towering mountain; he seemed as insignificant as an ant before you.

"Oh, sorry, my emotions are a bit unstable, and I unconsciously released my aura." You said calmly, then reached out to push open the gate of the courtyard.

"What are you looking for my grandpa for?" That feeling came and went without a trace, making Qingshan hesitant to approach you, choosing to inquire from the side.

"Just returning something." You spoke with a stern demeanor, masking any emotion, striding toward the front door. Pushing it open, you entered the house with Qingshan. The interior was simply furnished; the furniture was old, of no valuable wood, mostly several decades old.

Passing the entryway, you and Qingshan entered the view of a group of people. The living room was spacious and occupied by seven or eight individuals. As you both appeared, conversations gradually halted, and all eyes turned to you, dressed plainly but strikingly muscular.

"Qingshan, why did you bring him in too?" It was the same woman speaking, her tone carried an innate coldness, sounding somewhat overbearing.

At this moment, you weren’t particularly interested in engaging with the beauty, only focused on the elderly man at the center, with his youthful demeanor yet white-haired. Slowly, you bowed to greet him: "Hello, Old Wei."

"You are..."

The elderly man seemed unfamiliar with your appearance, though strangely familiar with the aura you emitted—a long but intimately familiar killing aura!

Expressionless, you addressed him: "My name is Li Tian, Ghost Hand’s disciple grandchild."

"Ghost Hand?"

Upon hearing this name, everyone present except the elderly man and a middle-aged man on his left were bewildered, the name seemed straight out of a martial heroes novel.

However, upon hearing it, the elderly man abruptly stood up, addressing you with a tremulous voice: "Is he, is he okay?"

You slowly lowered your head, your tone significantly softer than before: "He has passed away."

Trying to keep your emotions in check, you handed the wooden box you were holding to Elder Wei, "Old Wei, this is what he asked me to deliver to you upon his passing."

With trembling hands, the elder received the wooden box, letting out a long sigh: "Alas!"

Words failed him at this moment; even half a word felt like a strain.

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