Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

Shen Qingzhou failed to borrow a fire, and the surrounding scenery receded rapidly like the tide, revealing the originally dilapidated village.

Shen Qingzhou took out his phone and glanced at it. The signal had returned to normal, so he made a call to Old Man Chen.

"You're gone. When did you come out?"

Old Chen was shocked on the phone. They had been standing at the door waiting, but no one came out. Could there be a back door?

"Never mind that. You have two choices: either continue up the slope, which is where I'm headed, or go back the way you came and wait for me under the big willow tree."

"Oh, okay, I'll discuss it with Lao Pei," Old Chen hurriedly said.

Shen Qingzhou ignored him, put away her phone, and continued walking upwards with a cigarette in her mouth.

Before long, he reached the highest point of the village, the top of the entire slope.

What comes into view is a large bluestone platform, which should have been a square for clan worship, but now the stone surface is cracked and pitted.

A dozen or so chipped and broken granite steps extend upwards along the terrace, with wild grass growing rampant in the cracks between the stones, spreading all the way to the top.

At the end of the steps is an ancestral hall.

The gatehouse, built in the Hui-style architectural style, has collapsed in large part, and the black tiles on the roof are sparse, with most of them having slid to the ground.

Nearly half of the rammed earth wall surrounding the ancestral hall has collapsed, with freshly collapsed yellow earth mixed with broken bricks scattered all over the ground. Judging from the traces of the break, the muffled sound just now must have been caused by the collapse of this section of the wall.

The walls were covered with waist-high wild grass, which swayed and rustled in the wind, almost swallowing the entire ancestral hall.

However, it is clear that there are signs of trampling, which extend all the way into the ancestral hall, suggesting that the people in the Mercedes-Benz G-Class at the village entrance came here.

Without the slightest hesitation, Shen Qingzhou followed the footsteps and walked further in.

Upon reaching the entrance of the ancestral hall, one sees a plaque lying across the doorway, its paint cracked and mottled, yet the four large characters "Ding Clan Ancestral Hall" are still faintly discernible.

As Shen Qingzhou stepped in, the surrounding light suddenly dimmed, and the scenery around him underwent a dramatic transformation.

The ancestral hall, which should have been in ruins, is now completely intact, with the iconic "four waters returning to the hall" layout of Hui-style architecture clearly visible, the white walls neat and the black tiles as new.

Two large vermilion lanterns hung under the eaves, swaying gently in the breeze. The candlelight shone through the red silk lanterns, enveloping the entire courtyard in a thick, bloody hue.

Shen Qingzhou walked to the center of the courtyard and looked up.

It should have been a sunny afternoon, but the night sky overhead was a clear blue, filled with countless stars.

Shen Qingzhou could sense that this was different from the illusions he had just experienced. The moment he entered the ancestral hall, he entered a certain realm.

What I encountered before was nothing more than a fleeting illusion woven from memories by ghosts using magnetic field resonance, which would shatter at the slightest touch.

The area before them seemed more like a ghost using its power to permeate the entire ancestral hall, making it a part of its body.

This method, while allowing the soul to live forever without loss of memory and maintain its integrity, also binds the soul, somewhat similar to the legendary earthbound spirit.

Just as Shen Qingzhou was curiously looking around, he suddenly heard a low growl from the side. Shen Qingzhou turned his head and saw a pure black pit bull lying on the ground with a fierce look on its face, as if it wanted to pounce at any moment.

"Wow, what an ugly dog."

Shen Qingzhou said, but his gaze was fixed on the owner who was holding its leash.

This was an extremely burly man, his tight-fitting sports vest taut over his bulging muscles. His wheat-colored skin was adorned with several old scars of varying depths. He had regular features and a calm, resolute demeanor, clearly a former soldier.

At this moment, his muscles were tense, and he was staring at Shen Qingzhou with wary eyes. His knuckles were white from gripping the dog leash, as if he could let go and release the dog at any moment.

There were two other people standing beside him.

One was a young woman, dressed in a neat outdoor outfit that covered her entire body. Her high ponytail was neatly tied behind her head, and her face was covered by a mask, revealing only a pair of sharp-eyed eyes. Her specific appearance could not be seen, but her breasts were quite large.

The other was a lean man who held a three-edged dagger in his hand and sized up Shen Qingzhou with eyes as sharp as knives.

Shen Qingzhou completely ignored the stares of the others and asked directly, "Do you have a light? Can I borrow one?"

The three men looked surprised upon hearing this; in this godforsaken place, they were actually asking for a light.

The burly man walking the dog gestured to the lean man with his eyes. The lean man seemed to receive the signal, took out a lighter from his pocket and tossed it to Shen Qingzhou with perfect accuracy. Shen Qingzhou raised his hand and caught it.

Thanks.

Shen Qingzhou lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and then stuffed the lighter directly into his pocket.

The three of them just watched. The two men didn't seem to notice anything unusual, but the woman frowned slightly.

The pit bull was still lowering its head and growling, its leash taut.

"Stop barking, you're making a racket." Shen Qingzhou blew a smoke ring at the pit bull.

The pit bull, which had been baring its teeth and glaring fiercely, seemed to have been frightened. Its body trembled violently, it urinated on the spot, its growl turned into a whimper, and it immediately tucked its tail between its legs and hid behind the group.

Upon seeing this, the three men's pupils contracted sharply, and their previously relaxed bodies tensed up again instantly.

Their pit bull was specially trained and had seen blood, yet it was terrified by a single look from the other dog, which made them wary.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. What are you doing here? Why are you here?" Shen Qingzhou asked.

Upon hearing this, the burly man and the lean man both looked at the woman standing in the center, surprised to find that she was the leader of the three.

"We'd like to ask you the same thing: what are you doing here?" the woman asked.

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingzhou's eyes lit up, and she smiled broadly, saying, "Your voice is so beautiful."

The woman frowned upon hearing this. Was this the time to talk about this?

"You haven't answered my question yet," the woman continued.

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingzhou remembered to reach into his pocket to take out a business card, but this action aroused the vigilance of the other party.

Two men stood in front of the woman, protecting her behind them.

"Don't be like that. It's fate that we met. Please patronize our business when you have time."

Shen Qingzhou took out a business card, flicked it lightly with her fingertip, and sent it flying directly to the lean man.

The lean man looked surprised, reached out and gently pinched the business card in his hand. You should know that a business card is much lighter than a lighter, yet he threw it with such precision.

He glanced at the words on the business card.

"Qingzhou Information Consulting Firm?"

The lean man showed a hint of surprise, but without looking at it any further, he handed it directly to the woman next to him.

The woman took the business card and examined it carefully. It was crudely made, made of cheap material, and had no design sense whatsoever, comparable to a cheap hand-picked item handed out on the street.

"Shen Qingzhou?" she read the name from the business card.

However, Shen Qingzhou did not answer her. Instead, he looked at the shadows of the pillars beside them and asked, "Do you want a business card? As long as the price is right, I take all kinds of commissions, human ones and ghost ones too."

Upon hearing this, the three of them turned around abruptly, their hair standing on end. They didn't know when, but a woman with long, flowing hair was standing in the shadows.

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