Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

Shen Qingzhou remained seated without moving, her hands still inside her clothes.

Although Huang Yanbin looked like he was cursing and fuming, a fight was definitely not going to break out.

Anyone who can run a bar must be someone important. Before a conflict even starts, security guards will pull people apart.

So not only did Shen Qingzhou not move, but neither did the two people who were drinking with him.

However, the two princesses that Huang Yanbin had chosen went out with him.

But this time, something unexpected happened. First, Huang Yanbin's angry curses were heard, followed by several screams.

Shen Qingzhou was taken aback when he heard the shout, because he recognized one of the voices as that of the woman in red who had been sitting on Huang Yanbin's lap earlier.

"Oh shit……"

Shen Qingzhou pushed Rou Rou away from his arms, got up and walked out.

The corridor was in complete chaos, with screams and shouts mixed with deafening music. Guests in each private room were peeking out to watch the commotion, while waiters stood helplessly by with trays of drinks in hand, and a lot of wine was spilled on the carpet.

He pushed through the crowd and saw Huang Yanbin leaning against the wall, his left hand covering his right arm, blood seeping from between his fingers.

He was no longer angry, but his forehead was slightly sweaty and his jaw was tense. When he saw Shen Qingzhou come out, he gritted his teeth and cursed, "Damn it, what bad luck! I ran into a crazy woman who stabs anyone she sees."

There were four or five bar security guards standing nearby, holding rubber rollers in a semi-circle, but none of them dared to step forward.

The woman in the very center was in her early thirties, wearing a tight-fitting black satin dress. The fabric looked expensive, but the hem was all crumpled and the shoulder strap had slipped down halfway, revealing half of her rounded breasts, which she seemed completely unaware of.

She was quite attractive, and her makeup, which was originally exquisite, was now smudged with tears, her eyeliner was blurred under her eyes, her lipstick was smeared on her chin, her long hair was disheveled, and she was holding a fruit knife about ten centimeters long in her hand, the tip of which was trembling as it pointed at the people around her.

One moment she'd be squatting on the ground, covering her face and wailing, mumbling incoherently, "You heartless bastard!" "You cheated me out of my money and my feelings!" The next moment she'd suddenly stand up, tilt her head back, and laugh shrilly and eeriely, muttering incoherently, "It's good that you're dead... no one will care about me if I'm dead... don't follow me... don't follow me..."

"Is this woman on drugs? She looks completely out of it."

"Could it be a crime of passion? Was she scammed by a gigolo? She's dressed quite well, doesn't look like she's short of money."

"Why aren't the security guards up there? So many grown men can't control one woman? Will they take responsibility if something really happens?"

The onlookers whispered among themselves, all standing far away, no one daring to approach.

No wonder the security guard hesitated. This woman was holding a knife, her eyes were fixed, and if she really went berserk and lunged at someone, no one could bear the responsibility.

Shen Qingzhou's gaze did not linger on the knife.

He frowned slightly, his gaze passing over the woman's shoulder and landing on her neck and shoulders.

The colorful lights flickered in the corridor, making it difficult for others to see clearly, but he did see a middle-aged man with a pale complexion straddling a woman's shoulders.

He looked at a woman around thirty years old, wearing a faded old jacket, with sunken cheeks, prominent cheekbones, and bloodshot eyes. Ten long, black fingernails were firmly inserted into the woman's temples, like ten black nails driven into her skull, with even half of the knuckles buried inside.

"Damn, how much hatred does this person have?"

Shen Qingzhou was also very surprised.

The man's face was filled with deep-seated hatred and resentment, and he kept muttering, "You bitch...you deserve to die...I hate you so much...you poisonous woman...you slut...I'll make you happy..."

With a slight exertion of his wrist, the woman's arm rose and fell, her entire being completely controlled like a puppet.

It is possessed by a vengeful spirit, and with an extremely strong obsession.

Shen Qingzhou was also greatly surprised. It was the first time he had ever seen a ghost with such strong hatred, which could be considered a rare talent.

Judging from the fragmented conversation, it seems that this woman was squandering his hard-earned money and having affairs.

His resentment had been building up for too long, and since the woman was emotionally unstable and distracted that night, he took advantage of her vulnerability and forcibly manipulated her body to go crazy and vent his anger.

Huang Yanbin was simply unlucky; he was slashed by an out-of-control woman—a completely undeserved misfortune.

"You all step back, don't get so close and provoke her."

Shen Qingzhou said, "This woman can hurt others, but she can also hurt herself. If she were to turn around and stab herself in the neck, everyone present today would probably be in trouble."

After issuing a warning, he walked directly towards the woman.

"You slut, what are you doing? She has a knife and she's gone mad."

Seeing this, Huang Yanbin hurriedly tried to stop him, but when he reached out to pull him up, he aggravated his wound and gasped in pain.

The lead security guard quickly reached out to stop him: "Sir, please don't be impulsive, it's too dangerous. We've already called the police, they'll be here soon..."

"It's nothing." Shen Qingzhou ignored him and walked straight forward.

He certainly didn't mean any harm; it was just that he was currently lacking a soul, and this male ghost was extremely hateful and had a very powerful soul, making him an excellent consumable.

The middle-aged male ghost riding on the woman's shoulders seemed to sense his abnormality. He suddenly raised his head, his crimson eyes fixed on Shen Qingzhou, and let out a non-human shriek.

The woman's body trembled violently, she suddenly raised the fruit knife in her hand, let out a sharp scream, and pounced on Shen Qingzhou in her high heels.

A gasp of surprise rang out from the crowd, and some people even turned their faces away, unable to look.

Shen Qingzhou dodged to the side, her movement so fast it almost left a blur.

He feinted with his left hand to deflect the blade, then tapped the woman's wrist lightly with two fingers of his right hand.

"The universe is turned upside down."

The woman stumbled and crashed headfirst into the ground.

Fortunately, the floor was covered with carpet, otherwise, this blow would have resulted in a bloody head injury.

Even so, the woman lay on the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

The middle-aged male ghost riding on her shoulders let out a shrill scream, and his ten black fingernails were suddenly pulled out from the woman's temples, carrying wisps of black energy.

With a flick of her finger, Shen Qingzhou sent out a thin red thread that wrapped around the male ghost's ankle. She pulled him down, and the twisted black shadow was torn from the woman's body as if it had been ripped from its host. It struggled wildly in the air, its black energy churning, and it kept cursing "slut" and "bitch" in a hateful voice.

It all happened so fast. The corridor was dimly lit, with colorful lights flickering around. Everyone felt a blur before their eyes, and the crazy woman who had been baring her teeth and claws just moments before suddenly stopped moving.

The security guards were stunned for two seconds before they reacted, rushed over to hold the woman down, and hurriedly kicked the knife aside.

"Did she faint?"

"That's it? Weren't you being quite fierce just now?"

"That kid's pretty good, he subdued him in one go? He must have some training, right?"

The onlookers were all talking about it, feeling confused. They assumed that the woman had fainted from exhaustion or that Shen Qingzhou had hit some pressure point.

No one saw the black shadow that was entangled by the red thread and was silently screaming in the air, and no one saw the two fleeting dark purple finger marks on the woman's temple.

Shen Qingzhou flicked his fingertips, and the red thread wrapped around the male ghost, shrinking back into his sleeve as if he had taken in an inconspicuous little thing.

He turned and walked to Huang Yanbin's side, glancing down at his bleeding arm: "Come on, let's go back to the private room and take care of it."

"No... that's it?"

Huang Yanbin was still in a daze, staring wide-eyed at the unconscious woman on the ground, completely bewildered.

"Otherwise what? You're just unlucky." Shen Qingzhou helped him walk towards the private room.

The two returned to the private room, and the two girls who were serving drinks turned pale with fright. They quickly rummaged through the room for clean towels and bottled water, and then found the bar's first-aid kit.

Shen Qingzhou helped Huang Yanbin cut open his sleeve. The wound wasn't deep, but it was long, with the skin turned inside out and blood still slowly seeping out.

"What's wrong with this woman? Is she on drugs? Damn, do they sell this stuff in this bar? Will the police come and check later?"

Huang Yanbin winced in pain, hissing and gasping for breath.

"That's actually quite possible."

The woman looked like she was on drugs; if someone called the police, they would definitely come and check the room.

"Let's go then, to avoid trouble. This is such a damn downer," Huang Yanbin grumbled.

Shen Qingzhou lost interest and nodded in agreement.

Huang Yanbin took out his money and gave the girls tips.

The two then left the private room one after the other, while the corridor was still being cleaned.

Stepping out of the bar, the cool night breeze carrying the scent of the river rushed towards me, instantly dispelling the heat I felt.

The copper lamps at the entrance of the Western-style building cast a warm glow, while the heavy bass and clamor behind them were kept out by the thick wooden doors, with only the occasional sound of cars passing by on the distant street remaining.

Huang Yanbin's driver had already driven the Maybach to the door. Seeing the two of them come out, he quickly got out and opened the door. His eyes fell on the blood-soaked gauze on Huang Yanbin's arm, and he was startled: "Mr. Huang, what happened to you?"

"It's nothing, just a small cut." Huang Yanbin waved his hand, turned around and patted Shen Qingzhou's shoulder, sobering up considerably.

"Tonight was such a disappointment. I was hoping to help you relax, but this happened. I'll make plans with you another day, and we can find a quieter place."

"Alright, hurry back, don't get it wet and get infected." Shen Qingzhou waved his hand dismissively.

"Okay, I'll be going now." Huang Yanbin smiled, bent down to get into the car, rolled down the window, and added, "Call me anytime if you need anything."

Watching the car drive into the depths of the night, Shen Qingzhou took out his phone and hailed a ride.

The car drove smoothly into the Yunlu villa area and stopped at the villa entrance at almost 2 a.m.

Shen Qingzhou paid the fare and got out of the car. As she walked to the gate of the courtyard, she heard faint sounds coming from inside.

Reaching out to unlock the fingerprint lock and push open the door, I saw a small figure sitting on the stone steps by the door, holding a small water gun in her arms, her two short legs wrapped in bear-patterned pajamas swinging back and forth, looking up at me with her round face.

It's a silly girl.

The little guy's hair was a bit messy from sleeping, with a tuft of stray hairs sticking up on his forehead. When he saw him push the door open and come in, his eyes lit up for a moment, then he immediately frowned, puffed out his cheeks, raised his little water gun, and "poof!" pulled the trigger at him.

A thin stream of water sprayed over and hit Shen Qingzhou's trouser leg, leaving it cool and damp.

"oh……"

The little guy made a puffed-up sound to express his dissatisfaction.

He held the water gun high in his hand, as if to say, "Come here and spray me again."

Her brows were tightly furrowed, and her cheeks were puffed out like two ripe peaches. Coupled with her slow-paced, serious expression, she looked even more adorable.

Shen Qingzhou glanced down at the water stains on her trousers, then looked at the little boy fuming on the steps, feeling both annoyed and amused.

He slammed the courtyard gate shut behind him, took two steps forward, and deliberately put on a stern face: "What are you doing sitting here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping? And you dare to spit on me?"

Upon hearing this, Daidai hugged the water gun even tighter, shifted her little bottom back a bit, but still stubbornly tilted her little neck and glared at him with her little face upturned, muttering "oh oh" incessantly.

Clearly, she was very unhappy that he went out without her today and came back so late.

"Still holding a grudge?" Shen Qingzhou walked over, squatted down in front of her, and reached out to pinch her little cheek.

"Your brother went out today because he had something to do. Besides, didn't Aunt Jiang take you shopping for new toys during the day?"

When Daidai heard about the toy, he immediately grinned, but then he remembered that he had been secretly left behind. He immediately puffed out his cheeks again, pointed the water gun at his face, and pretended to spray.

Before her little hand could even pull the trigger, Shen Qingzhou reached out and blocked the water gun nozzle.

The water jet was stuck inside and couldn't spray out. She stared blankly for a moment, then gripped the gun handle and pulled it back a couple of times, but couldn't budge it. Her eyes immediately reddened, and her little mouth twitched, with tears about to fall.

"Alright, alright, I admit I was wrong, okay?"

Shen Qingzhou immediately let go and reached out to rub her little head.

"Will you sleep with me tonight?"

He blinked blankly, then grinned, seemingly satisfied with the answer.

Shen Qingzhou reached out and picked her up, carrying her into the house.

But then they saw Jiang Xinyue standing at the door watching the two of them. It turned out that she had been watching over them all along.

The warm light from the living room spills out from the entryway, softening everything.

She was wearing a beige knitted cardigan. When she saw Shen Qingzhou carrying Daidai back, she smiled and said, "After she woke up, she saw that you hadn't come back yet, so she secretly ran to the door to wait. She waited for quite a while."

Jiang Xinyue didn't complain about Shen Qingzhou's late return in any of her sentences, but every sentence she uttered was a complaint about him coming back late.

This is what makes Jiang Xinyue so formidable.

"I understand, I'll come back earlier next time."

"it is good."

Jiang Xinyue smiled gently, then sat down and reached out to take Daidai from Shen Qingzhou's arms.

The little guy nestled on her shoulder, still clutching the water gun, and secretly glanced at Shen Qingzhou out of the corner of his eye, like a mischievous little squirrel.

"There's some millet porridge and pickles keeping warm in the kitchen. Have a bowl; it'll help you sober up and warm your stomach."

The moonlight was gentle, the evening breeze was soft, and the gardenias in the courtyard had a faint fragrance.

Shen Qingzhou stood at the door, looking at the scene before her, and felt a warmth she had never felt before.

Shen Qingzhou strode into the room.

Daidai, perched on Jiang Xinyue's shoulder, saw his back and secretly raised her little pistol, shooting him in the back again.

After finishing, she hurriedly buried her face in Jiang Xinyue's neck, pretending that she hadn't done anything, her little shoulders swaying as if she were secretly amused.

Jiang Xinyue patted her little bottom with amusement, then picked her up and followed her into the house.