Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

Chapter 173 Evil Spirits

Shen Qingzhou withdrew his hand and answered the phone.

"Thank you for reminding me."

Bai Yukui expressed her gratitude to Shen Qingzhou for reminding her that Chen Xuyang was a member of the Seeking Immortals Society over the phone.

It turned out that after learning Chen Xuyang's identity that day, Shen Qingzhou directly sent a message to Bai Yukui to inform him.

To Shen Qingzhou's surprise, Bai Yukui actually told her that she was also a member of the Immortal Seeking Society.

The Seeking Immortals Society is a very loose organization with a very complex composition of members. It is not led by any one person, but by several major financial backers. They do not interfere with each other, but there is communication and integration among them. The Bai family is one of the leaders.

After finding out, Shen Qingzhou couldn't help but complain, "Isn't this just Hydra?"

However, the purpose of the Immortal Seeking Society is not to destroy the world.

But it's clear that Bai Yukui made this call not just to express her gratitude.

"We've found the Ant Hole Star Chart, would you like to come and take a look?" Bai Yukui invited over the phone.

Shen Qingzhou accepted the invitation without hesitation.

He was always curious about why the world had to be changed and what had happened back then.

Furthermore, what kind of beings were those gods and immortals in the previous version? Where did they ultimately go? Did they leave behind any "legacy"?

"Then I'll pick you up tomorrow morning," Bai Yukui said.

"OK."

Shen Qingzhou had no objection. He knew that Bai Yukui's invitation to see the [Ant Aperture Star Chart] was definitely not just to show him something. But it didn't matter. In the face of absolute power, nothing was to be feared. Unless the country intervened, they basically couldn't do anything to him.

After all, he's someone who goes against the heavens, so he naturally has his reasons for being confident.

Who is it?

Seeing Shen Qingzhou put away her phone, Lao Zhong immediately came over curiously to ask.

It's like they're implying you're seeing someone else.

"Why do you meddle in everything?" Shen Qingzhou said irritably.

I reached for the keyhole again, my palm slightly rotating, and heard a click from the door. Then, with a gentle push, the door clicked open.

The security door of room 1 was thus opened.

Then the furnishings in room 501 came into view. The two of them first took a step back in unison, and then quickly pinched their noses.

As soon as the door was opened, a foul odor wafted out, accompanied by a chilling aura that made one's hair stand on end instantly.

The room was dirty and messy, with things scattered everywhere on the floor and covered with a thick layer of dust. As the door was opened, a draft rushed in, immediately stirring up a cloud of fine dust.

"How long has it been since you came back?" Old Zhong loosened his grip on his nose and let out a heavy breath.

"Wait for me outside," Shen Qingzhou said.

Then he strode straight in.

At this moment, the incense burned out and Lin Yuan disappeared from sight. Teacher Luo, who had rushed over, saw Shen Qingzhou walk into the opposite room and immediately followed him in out of curiosity.

"Feed————"

Old Zhong finally realized what was happening, but it was too late to pull him back.

Since Shen Qingzhou wouldn't leave him waiting outside for no reason, it means there must be danger inside.

So he quickly shouted, "Come out quickly!"

But it was too late. Teacher Luo, walking into Teacher Fang's house, exclaimed in surprise, "How come it's so dilapidated—uh—"

Before he could finish speaking, the previously dusty and dilapidated scene in the room suddenly surged.

As the dust settled and the mess dissipated, everything before him transformed into the scene he remembered from over twenty years ago.

The beige wainscoting covered half of the room, with the paint on the edges chipped and pitted.

Against the wall stood a set of plywood cabinets with peeling paint, and inside the glass cabinet doors were several enamel mugs and old books with curled edges.

On the low cabinet directly opposite the door, there was a bulky 21-inch CRT television, with a white crocheted scarf covering the top of it.

An old calendar from 2002 hangs on the wall, featuring a female celebrity in a red dress, the edges of which are slightly curled up.

The floor was covered with worn-out plastic linoleum, the dining table was a foldable wooden square table, and there were two folding chairs with the rattan peels off next to it.

Every detail was exactly the same as when he visited Teacher Fang's house years ago.

Teacher Luo stood frozen in place, feeling as if half of her blood had instantly turned cold.

He subconsciously took a half step back, but his gaze involuntarily drifted to the slightly ajar bedroom door next to him.

That was the room where Teacher Fang lived for two whole years when he was bedridden with paralysis.

A sliver of dim light peeked through the crack in the door, like a squinting eye.

And through that crack, a pair of eyes were staring intently at him.

Teacher Fang lay face down on the bedroom floor, half her face pressed against the cold cement, only her turbid and resentful eyes showing, her pupils devoid of any sign of life. She just lay there, motionless, staring intently at him standing outside the door.

A bone-chilling cold shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. Teacher Luo's hair stood on end, his legs felt like lead, and he was rooted to the spot. A hissing sound escaped his throat, followed by a piercing scream that burst forth uncontrollably: "Ah—!"

He turned to run out, but before he could even lift his foot, the half-closed bedroom door was slammed open with a loud bang!

Teacher Fang, who should have been paralyzed on one side and bedridden, was using her two withered hands to support herself on the floor and was lunging at him at a bizarre speed that completely defied the structure of the human body!

His eyes were fierce and cold, his face was drooping with loose skin, his features were twisted into a hideous shape, and his mouth was split to his ears, revealing a mouthful of yellow and black teeth.

What's most chilling is his lower body.

The legs, which should have been paralyzed and powerless, now resembled two boneless snakes, limply dragging behind them, becoming incredibly long, winding and writhing on the floor, leaving a wet, cold, black trail of water mixed with a foul stench.

Wherever it passed, even the air seemed to be chilled to the bone.

Teacher Luo felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her throat. Because her heart was beating so fast, she felt dizzy and weak, as if all her strength had been drained away.

He watched helplessly as the terrifying monster was about to pounce on him.

Just then, a hand appeared out of thin air, pressed down on his shoulder, and pulled him backward.

The scene before him receded like the tide, and he was still standing in the center of Teacher Fang's living room, the ground still covered in dust. It all seemed like an illusion.

Like a fish out of water, he opened his mouth and gasped for breath, but he couldn't help but look towards the bedroom again, only to find the door tightly shut, with no gaps at all.

"Do you think this is your home? You can't just come in like that. Get out!"

Shen Qingzhou's reprimanding voice rang out behind her, startling Teacher Luo.

He then realized that Shen Qingzhou had saved him.

He quickly thanked him and staggered towards the door, only to see Old Zhong looking at him with a smirk and a gloating expression.

Teacher Luo felt her heart beating even faster; she was angry.