Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

Chapter 169 A Major Hidden Danger

"Hey~, the house for warding off evil spirits is in this neighborhood."

Old Zhong pointed to the dilapidated neighborhood in front of him. The pay for this job was low, only 12,000.

During this period, I consulted many people, but none of them could solve the problem, and I didn't receive a single penny.

But these seemingly miraculous things don't actually have a specific standard for judgment. No one can say for sure what constitutes a solution or what doesn't.

In general, it all comes down to deception. Even if the homeowner feels the issue hasn't been resolved, they'll still give him a small tip, like a "tea money" or a "hardship fee." But this homeowner is an old man, stubborn and obstinate, and not someone to be trifled with.

Those so-called masters really didn't dare to mess with someone like this, so in the end no one paid any attention to him anymore, and that's how he ended up in Old Zhong's hands.

But Old Zhong thought the money was too little and didn't choose him at all. If Shen Qingzhou hadn't been so interested after hearing about it, they wouldn't have come today.

Shen Qingzhou was interested because exorcising evil spirits was a conservative way of speaking, since, theoretically speaking, feudal superstition should still be opposed nowadays.

The more conservative explanation is that the house is haunted.

But for Shen Qingzhou, ghosts were not only scouts, but also consumables. He always carried a few with him, just in case.

So even if the money is less, Shen Qingzhou is willing to make this trip.

Just then, Old Zhong, who was standing next to him, ended his call and put his phone away.

"The landlord said he'd be right there and asked us to wait here for a while."

Shen Qingzhou didn't say much, but carefully examined the old residential area in front of him.

The community is called Teachers' New Village. It was built to solve the housing problem for teachers, so most of the residents are teachers, and the environment is quite nice.

Shen Qingzhou also knew that a sensational dismemberment case had occurred in this neighborhood years ago.

An argument arose over the issue of clutter in the stairwell, which escalated into a violent murder. The perpetrator then dismembered the body and attempted to dispose of it. The case caused a significant stir at the time, leading to a sharp drop in property prices.

Therefore, Shen Qingzhou suspected that the house where the dismemberment case occurred was haunted.

The two men were standing on the curb outside the residential area, smoking and chatting idly. Just then, they saw a bald old man riding a broken electric scooter towards them. He had a thin face, heavy eye bags, and was wearing a yellowed, starched crew neck shirt. He looked rather unwell.

Seeing the two standing at the door, he slowed down and looked at them with a hint of doubt on his face.

Old Zhong tossed away his cigarette butt and greeted him with a smile, "Are you Mr. Luo? I just called you."

"Zhong Wancai?"

The old man surnamed Luo immediately called out Old Zhong's name.

Upon hearing this, Old Zhong's eyes widened in surprise. "You know me?"

"It's me, Luo Jiadong, the hunchback from No. 45 Middle School, remember me?" Luo Jiadong said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Old Zhong immediately realized what was happening, reached out to grab Luo Jiadong's arm, and said excitedly, "Teacher Luo, it's you! I just remembered, what a coincidence! It's been so many years since we last met!"

Luo Jiadong was still riding his bike when he was almost pulled down. Startled, he quickly said, "Let go of me! You're so old, why are you still so clumsy?"

Old Zhong didn't care about any of that. He said excitedly, "I never thought that after almost forty years, Teacher Luo, you would still remember me and call me by my name right away."

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Shen Qingzhou's arm, saying excitedly, "This is my junior high school teacher. We haven't seen each other for almost forty years, and my teacher still remembers me—"

As Lao Zhong spoke, his eyes seemed to well up with tears.

This is quite rare for an old hand like Lao Zhong, who's been around the block, which shows how excited he really is.

Shen Qingzhou said, "Teachers usually only remember two types of students' names: confidants and major threats. Which one are you?"

Shen Qingzhou glanced at him sideways, seeing his cowardly appearance, he was definitely going to be a big problem.

Upon hearing this, Teacher Luo chuckled and said, "That's definitely a big problem. He's the one who gave me the nickname 'Hunchback'."

Shen Qingzhou noticed that Teacher Luo was slightly hunched over, but it wasn't very noticeable; however, that's probably where her nickname came from.

"Teacher Luo, I was young and ignorant back then," Old Zhong said somewhat embarrassedly.

Old Zhong quickly took out a cigarette, intending to offer one to the other person.

"I don't smoke, why don't you come to my house instead?"

As Teacher Luo spoke, her gaze fell upon Shen Qingzhou. Old Zhong, overwhelmed with emotion, forgot to introduce them.

"Hello, Teacher Luo, I'm Shen Qingzhou." Shen Qingzhou greeted him.

"Hello, are you the master for this event?"

Teacher Luo looked at Shen Qingzhou with a complex expression, a mixture of curiosity and awe, as well as pity for someone so young to be doing this kind of work.

This shows that Teacher Luo's mindset was actually fluctuating between believing in and not believing in ghosts and gods.

"Why do you think it's me, not Lao Zhong?" Shen Qingzhou asked with a smile.

"He doesn't have that ability. If he had come alone today, I would have turned around and left immediately," said Teacher Luo.

"Teacher, do you really not trust me?" Old Zhong, who was just excited to be recognized by his teacher, felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water.

"So, you're really the one performing the ritual today?" Teacher Luo asked.

"no."

"That's settled then? I'll go in first and wait for you downstairs at Building 6." After saying that, Teacher Luo decisively rode her electric scooter into the residential area.

"What a coincidence! What kind of person is your teacher, Mr. Luo?" Shen Qingzhou asked casually, watching Luo Jiadong's retreating figure.

"How would I know? If he hadn't recognized me today, I would have completely forgotten. I only vaguely remember that Teacher Luo was quite strict and often checked our recitation. If we couldn't recite it, he would hit our palms and calves with a stick. It hurt so much!"

Old Zhong still feels lingering fear when he thinks about it now.

As they spoke, the two walked straight into the residential area and immediately felt a slight chill. The trees lining both sides of the road were very tall, making it difficult for sunlight to penetrate, which gave it a cold and gloomy feel.

But Old Zhong rubbed his arms, feeling that something was wrong with everything, as if ghosts were everywhere, looking rather sneaky.

"Did you notice anything?" He leaned closer to Shen Qingzhou and asked in a low voice.

"What did you figure out?" Shen Qingzhou asked, somewhat surprised.

"Can you tell if there's a ghost? Didn't they say on TV that if you're in contact with ghosts too much, you'll get ghostly energy on yourself?"

Does Teacher Luo have any ghostly aura about him?

"You know it's television, and you still believe it?"

"So it was all fake?" Old Zhong was very disappointed upon hearing this.

"No, it's true, but it depends on the situation. To get ghostly energy on someone, you not only need to spend a long time with ghosts, but you also need to have extremely low luck. Otherwise, ghostly energy can't possibly get on a person."

"Moreover, ordinary people can't tell whether someone is tainted by ghostly energy. This isn't some ordinary little trick; it falls under the category of observing energy."

"Oh, so it's because you're not good enough." Old Zhong suddenly realized.

Your mom.

As the two were talking, they saw that Teacher Luo had already parked his car and was standing downstairs at Building 6, craning his neck and looking in the direction they had come from.

He didn't look that way when he was riding his bike, but now that he's standing there, he looks very short and thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

However, he had a loud voice and good eyesight; upon seeing them from afar, he immediately greeted them loudly.

"Over here————"

He raised his hand and waved his arm, but his posture appeared very stiff.