Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

Shen Qingzhou was not particularly alarmed by the sudden disappearance of the three people in front of him.

Runes surged beneath his skin, spreading across his entire face like a tide, making him look more like a ghost than a ghost itself. Two of the runes, like tadpoles, swam into his pupils, forming an inverted figure eight in his eyes—two conjoined circles, one larger at the top and one smaller at the bottom.

With this support, the world reveals its true nature.

Even if the female ghost completely absorbed the ancestral hall and became one with it, she could not hide the ravages of time. All the splendor in the ancestral hall was merely the inherent image in the female ghost's mind.

The real ancestral hall was already dilapidated, which was equivalent to superimposing a virtual world onto the real world.

It was somewhat similar to the situation in the previous village, but because the ancestral hall served as the dwelling place of the female ghost, the illusion was more solid and more real.

The female ghost used this ability to separate them between reality and illusion, making them unable to see each other.

But none of that matters right now.

Shen Qingzhou's fingers continued to reach forward almost without pause, hooking the strands of hair on Ding Xiangkui's neck. Then, he activated his ability to reverse the universe, as if a turbine had been installed on his fingertips, instantly twisting all the strands of hair onto his fingers.

However, in the vision of Ding Xiangkui and the other two, they saw a hand appear out of thin air. They immediately realized that Shen Qingzhou had not disappeared and was still in front of them.

Then, the moment the outstretched finger touched Ding Xiangkui's neck, the suffocating feeling that was about to strangle her disappeared.

Then, a hand landed on Ding Xiangkui's shoulder and pulled her back. In an instant, Ding Xiangkui disappeared from Ma Chenggang and Zhao Changming's sight.

"Young Miss".

Ma Chenggang and Zhao Changming panicked a little, but soon the hand reached out again and dragged them both over as well.

What came into view was no longer the exquisite yet decaying ancestral hall, but a dilapidated, abandoned, and collapsed ancestral hall.

Sunlight streamed in through the various holes in the roof, casting dappled shadows on the weed-covered ground.

"Damn it, King Kong is still in the same place," Ma Chenggang said.

It turns out they left the dog behind.

Shen Qingzhou bent down and, to the astonishment of the three, picked up a dog leash from the empty ground. With a slight tug, the pit bull appeared out of thin air in front of them.

"Thank you." Ma Chenggang took the dog leash from Shen Qingzhou, his face full of gratitude.

Shen Qingzhou didn't speak, but looked up at the roof and then at the sky through the broken tiles.

But he quickly looked away. "It's getting late, and it'll be dark soon. Let's finish this as soon as possible before it gets dark."

The three were somewhat puzzled as to why Shen Qingzhou's attitude had suddenly changed so drastically, completely losing his previous roguishness and slightly neurotic demeanor. They were a little unaccustomed to it for a moment.

But when their eyes met Shen Qingzhou's, a chill ran through them, because those were definitely not human eyes; they were eyes devoid of any emotion or feeling.

Anyone swept by it feels like an object, a blade of grass, a plate, anything but a person.

But it wasn't the three of them who first noticed Shen Qingzhou's unusual behavior; it was the dog. It shrank back behind Ma Chenggang, lowered its head, and didn't dare to look at Shen Qingzhou.

The three swallowed hard, and Ding Xiangkui spoke first, "Okay, okay, so what do we do now?"

Shen Qingzhou looked at her. Ding Xiangkui, who had taken off her mask, was indeed very beautiful. Her face was full of heroic spirit, yet it also had a touch of charm. Her upturned eyebrows and eyes gave people a sense of superiority and coldness when she looked at them.

Ding Xiangkui knew she was beautiful. Everyone who had seen her praised her beauty, including Shen Qingzhou in front of her. Even when Shen Qingzhou was wearing a mask, she noticed the amazed look in Shen Qingzhou's eyes.

But now, the other person looks at me as if I were a piece of pork, without the slightest emotion.

Even with Ding Xiangkui's courage, he felt a chill rising from his tailbone to the top of his head, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

The other person didn't answer her question, but just said something nonsensical.

"Your ancestors deserve to die! If it were me, I would make sure the Ding family has no descendants."

Before this, Ding Xiangkui would have at least refuted the other party's words, but now, she didn't even have the courage to speak.

Shen Qingzhou said this because after he "opened his eyes," he not only saw through the essence of the world, but also witnessed some things that happened to the female ghost.

It can only be described as utterly horrific. The ancestor of the Ding family was also heartless and insane, using human bodies to refine so-called human pills.

The key point is that in order to reduce bloodline rejection, he actually used the bloodline of his own family members as a furnace.

Simply put, the Ding family patriarch would get a woman in the clan to become pregnant with his child, and then remove the child by cesarean section when it was three months old. This is what is known as "human pill".

The female ghost is not a single ghost, but a collection of all the female ghosts who were disemboweled and had their elixir extracted. They share the same hatred and resentment, so they merge together and become indistinguishable from one another. This is why they do not have specific appearances.

But the cruelest thing is that, for money, clansmen willingly sent their daughters to the ancestral hall.

They weren't unaware of the situation, but they aided and abetted evil for money.

What's the point of keeping such a village and such a family alive if they're not all wiped out?

"Go and move that manhole cover." Shen Qingzhou turned to Ma Chenggang and Zhao Changming, who were standing to the side.

"Ah...oh." The two quickly responded.

Ma Chenggang even threw down the dog leash and walked over to move the stones pressing on the manhole cover from both sides.

Completely different from what they saw in the virtual world, the well-pressing stone was already mottled due to the erosion of time, and the runes drawn on it had become blurred. Wild grass grew around the well curb, with a few small beige flowers among them.

"Wait a minute, don't step on those flowers," Shen Qingzhou said.

"Okay...okay."

The two men who were moving the manhole cover did not refuse, nor did they dare to push it open to save effort. Instead, they laboriously moved the manhole cover and carefully placed it aside.

As soon as the manhole cover was lifted, a foul, pungent stench wafted out.

The dark well opening resembled a gaping mouth, silently roaring towards the sky.

The three stood aside, not daring to say a word, quietly waiting for Shen Qingzhou's next move.

But then Shen Qingzhou came to the well, and with a flick of his wrist, a large handful of incense sticks appeared in his hand.

Then he lit the incense stick in his hand and placed it on the well curb. The smoke from the incense did not rise, but instead spread downwards along the well curb, very long and dense, as if a ladder had been built at the well opening.

Shen Qingzhou, who was squatting by the well, lit another cigarette for himself.

He took a deep breath, exhaled a smoke ring, and the smoke ring drifted leisurely towards the roof.

He reached out and picked a tiny, pale yellow flower from the edge of the well and placed it on the well curb.

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