I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse-Chapter 1338: Adults are Really Annoying (Ten More)

"Yo Yo, isn’t this Nicole, my dear sister?" Upon seeing the Little Knife in Nicole’s hand, Yi Meisi trembled all over. "This... this is the Ghost Blade, you..."

"Die!" Nicole stabbed the Little Knife into Yi Meisi’s heart. Yi Meisi let out a painful scream, while you immediately stepped back, watching as Yi Meisi transformed from a stunning woman in her twenties into an eighty-year-old, dried-up Old Lady.

"Master, this is her true form," Nicole said coldly.

You said nothing, carrying Ming Ye on your shoulder as you turned to leave. "End her suffering."

"No!"

Accompanied by a piercing scream, Yi Meisi turned into gray ash and vanished into the air.

Nicole stared at your retreating figure, her alluring lips pouting slightly. "Honestly, you don’t let me use my body as bait, yet you act like this."

"Master, how did it go?" Seeing you emerge, Ig quickly inquired.

"Dead." You shrugged.

"Understood." Upon hearing of Yi Meisi’s death, a trace of sorrow flickered in Ig’s eyes, though he soon returned to his usual demeanor.

"Master," Nicole quietly appeared behind you.

"What is it?" you asked.

"Are you mad at me?" Nicole appeared anxious, as if terrified of your anger.

"Why would I be mad at you? You know better than I do what kind of person Yi Meisi was. Besides, she’s already dead. Discussing her now is meaningless. Out of the Necromancer King’s three main generals: one is dead, one has surrendered, and there’s one left for me to handle. Wait for my message."

"Master."

"Something else?" you asked with a grin.

"Um, could you... put some clothes on?" Nicole’s delicate face flushed with embarrassment as she handed your clothes to you.

"These clothes are old and not very useful. I’ll have Ig prepare new equipment for me. At the same time, I think I should find a set of gear that suits me better. Otherwise, it will be tough during fights," you pondered.

"But you can’t just walk around like that. Their clothes aren’t ready yet," Nicole said, her gaze flitting toward a certain lower part of your body, her face growing redder with each glance.

"Master." Ig took the clothes handed over by a Maid. "This is the Ghost Martial Suit, which is more suitable for you."

"What are its characteristics?" you asked, eyeing the suit of pure black equipment Ig held.

"It’s strong against magic attacks, automatically absorbing 35% of enemy magic while increasing speed in dark environments."

"Oh? Sounds good. Let me try it."

You took the clothes and put them on. As you dressed, Ig said to Nicole, who couldn’t resist sneaking peeks: "Miss, staring at a gentleman while he’s changing is very impolite."

"None of your business," Nicole retorted in a childish tone.

"Done." You glanced left and right. "Though it’s a bit tight."

Indeed, as you mentioned, the suit felt slightly tight, but it fit your figure perfectly, highlighting your well-toned muscles. Nicole’s cheeks turned red again as she stared at you.

"Nicole, are you feeling unwell? Your face is so flushed," you said, placing your hand on Nicole’s forehead.

Nicole froze momentarily before letting out a startled yelp and dashing away. "Ah! Master, you’re so annoying!"

"What did I do?" Watching Nicole run outside, you asked Ig.

"I wouldn’t know." Ig shrugged.

"Really? Judging from her running speed, she doesn’t seem sick. Does your Daqiula Clan even get sick?" Since calling Ig a Vampire directly would be rude, you avoided using the term.

Ig nodded. "Of course, we get sick. But our chances are slim. It’s just that because sickness is so rare, even minor illnesses can be fatal for us. For instance, a common cold among humans could kill one of my kind if we caught it."

You nodded. "It’s probably due to an imperfect immune system. But Nicole should be fine, right?"

"She won’t have any issues. Her health is even better than mine. If anyone were to die, it would certainly be me first." Ig’s hidden knack for comedy showed as he spoke, his face remaining stoic as though someone owed him millions.

"Master, I suggest we act quickly. From Yi Meisi, I learned the Necromancer King is in seclusion. We can seize this chance to deliver a crushing blow."

You nodded. "I agree. However, the Necromancer King still has many capable subordinates. In gaming terms, they’re all boss-level characters. With only a handful of us able to contend with them, I fear we’ll suffer heavy losses if it comes to combat." frёeωebɳovel.com

"What is your plan?"

"Take down the king to break the thieves. I believe that if we kill the Necromancer King, her minions will scatter or perish." After considering, you added, "Gather Smiling Knife and the others immediately; tell them it’s urgent."

"Understood!"

When Ig brought Smiling Knife and about ten others to you, you asked, "Are all of these your core members?"

"Yes. They are all high-ranking officers under my father," Feng Yujian replied.

"Show some respect and call him Elder Brother!" Smiling Knife barked.

"Elder Brother!"

The group shouted in unison. You counted; excluding Smiling Knife and Feng Yujian, there were fifteen in total, each dressed differently, showcasing their roles as Swordsmen, Magicians, Rogues, Archers, and more.

At this moment, things were starting to feel a bit like a mafia movie.

You nodded and addressed the group. "Now that we’re in the Netherworld, none of you are fully familiar with this realm. Ideally, we’d hold more meetings so you could understand my objectives and plans. But due to urgent circumstances, these matters must be postponed. Our priority now is to conquer the Necromancer King’s castle and establish ourselves in the Netherworld."

"Elder Brother, we support you!" Smiling Knife exclaimed.

"Tomorrow at noon, I will launch an assault on the Necromancer King’s forces. During this time, you’ll split into two groups to attack different strategic points under the Necromancer King’s control. Regarding assignments, since I’m not yet familiar with your skills, I ask that you introduce yourselves and explain your specialties."

Once everyone had outlined their abilities, you divided them into two groups, appointing Smiling Knife and Feng Yujian as captains. You then said to Ig, "Summon Nicole."

"I’m already here." Just as the words left your mouth, Nicole appeared beside you.

"Nicole, tomorrow you’ll team up with Ig to take down the strongest Undead Knight under the Necromancer King—Carl."

"Master, I..."

"This is an order." Seeing the serious expression on your face, Nicole nodded silently, saying no more.