Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

Jiang Cuiping's husband is Peng Changfu. He graduated from Huazhong Institute of Technology in 1985. Back then, Tsinghua University, Shanghai Jiao Tong University, South China University of Technology, and Xi'an Jiaotong University were the four most recognized mechanical engineering schools in the industry.

After graduating, Peng Changfu was assigned to the Huinan City Paperboard Factory. Don't underestimate the paperboard factory; it was the leading enterprise in Huinan City at the time. Moreover, Peng Changfu was assigned to an important leadership position as soon as he arrived at the paperboard factory, and he received excellent benefits.

The factory not only provides priority housing allocation, but also offers opportunities for government-sponsored overseas study, a position that many people wouldn't even dare to dream of.

Unfortunately, even the best factories can't withstand the tide of the times, and in the end, they all face the fate of being laid off.

The place where he studied on a government scholarship was Toronto, Canada, which has advanced technical resources in mechanics, electronics, computers, chemical engineering and automotive engineering, making it the first choice for government-sponsored technical personnel.

He also made some friends in Canada there, and although he later returned to China, he has kept in touch with some of them.

So after redeeming her son, her first choice was Canada.

After redeeming their son, they had nearly one million RMB left from the initial five million. Combined with their original savings, they had a total of about one and a half million RMB, enough for the father and son to start a new life.

His only regret was that his wife, Jiang Cuiping, insisted on staying, and he didn't know if he would ever have the chance to see her again in this lifetime.

They departed from Haojiang, made several turns, and finally flew to Toronto, a journey of 18 hours, which is also the fastest flight.

Fortunately, my son is in the foreign trade business, so his passport and everything else were readily available, making going abroad not a problem.

After arriving in Canada, they first found a small hotel to rest for the night.

The two slept until noon the next day, and at that moment they felt a sense of relief, as if they had escaped from a cage and regained their freedom.

"Go and explore the neighborhood yourself, and check out the rentals nearby. I'm going to visit two old friends; I don't even know if their old addresses are still there."

While speaking, Peng Changfu took out a few banknotes and handed them to his son, Peng Zhaohui. He had exchanged this money in Macau. As for the remaining money, he had deposited it all into OCBC Bank. OCBC Bank has a Singaporean background and low correlation with the mainland financial system, so even if a report is filed, it will not be frozen in a short period of time.

He had two very important tasks to complete when he went out today: to get a SIM card and to open a bank account.

Only after transferring all the money to a new bank account can you truly secure your funds.

In fact, his son Peng Zhaohui has an overseas bank account because he is engaged in foreign trade, but he dares not transfer the money to his account now. He has extreme distrust of his son.

Peng Zhaohui didn't say anything, but silently accepted the banknotes.

Looking at his dejected son, Peng Changfu couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Peng Zhaohui was once the pride of his wife and son. Not only did he graduate from a 985 university, but he also started his own business after graduation. In just a few years, he amassed a fortune of tens of millions of yuan and enjoyed immense success, becoming the envy of many.

But life is unpredictable. In just a few years, Peng Zhaohui became addicted to gambling and squandered his tens of millions of yuan fortune.

But the couple still held a glimmer of hope for him. They believed that if he could quit gambling, he would turn his life around and succeed again.

After all, he was already very talented; he just lacked an opportunity and someone to pull him out of the mire.

So when Peng Changfu accidentally saw the three million yuan transfer message and learned that the welfare home actually had more than five million yuan in its account, he was completely tempted.

So he began to persuade Jiang Cuiping, and after weighing the options countless times between the children in the welfare home and her own son, Jiang Cuiping still chose her own son, which led to the subsequent scheme.

Unfortunately, the two wandered around all day without much success. Peng Zhaohui couldn't find suitable accommodation, and Peng Changfu didn't contact his old friends.

However, the two were not in a hurry, because they had enough money to live comfortably for a long time.

However, that night, the two of them didn't feel as sound or comfortable as they had slept the night before.

Peng Zhaohui was the first to be dragged into the abyss by the curse.

His dream initially lingered at the card table in the Macau casino, where he had piled up a mountain of chips. But in the blink of an eye, the magnificent casino collapsed, and the cold, salty seawater surged in from all directions, sweeping him into the boundless depths of the ocean.

He tried to open his mouth to call for help and struggle, but his limbs were already tightly bound by countless tentacles that emerged from the darkness. The tentacles were covered with fine, sharp barbs, like maggots, which burrowed into his flesh and kept gnawing at his blood and flesh until they pierced into his bone marrow. Every movement was an excruciating pain, like being skinned and having his tendons pulled out.

Before he could recover from the excruciating pain, seawater, carrying mud and sand, violently forced open his mouth and poured into his lungs through his throat. The muddy smell made him want to vomit, but his mouth was tightly blocked, and he couldn't vomit at all.

My chest felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, every inch of my lungs was being torn apart, and a burning, suffocating sensation shot up my spine to the top of my head.

He could clearly feel his lungs swelling and rotting from being soaked in seawater. The suffocating feeling of death was like a cold hand, tightly gripping his heart, and his consciousness plummeted wildly in extreme pain.

But he won't die.

Just as his consciousness was about to be completely swallowed by darkness, and he thought he was going to die, the tentacles wrapped around his limbs suddenly loosened, the seawater blocking his mouth and nose receded instantly, and he took a deep breath.

Before he could catch his breath, the tide surged again, and the seawater, fiercer and colder than before, filled his mouth and nose once more. The sharp spikes of the tentacles pierced even deeper, drilling directly into his bone marrow, gnawing away at his life force and soul.

Again and again.

In his sleep, Peng Zhaohui's body convulsed and arched wildly on the bed, cold sweat mixed with salt water seeping from his pores, soaking the sheets and blankets.

His mouth was wide open, and a hoarse, dying sound came from his throat, but he couldn't utter a single cry for help. Only a continuous stream of black water, mixed with decaying algae and sea sand, overflowed from the corners of his mouth and nostrils, spreading a foul-smelling stain on the pillow.

Each near-drowning sensation felt incredibly real. His consciousness was torn between lucidity and confusion. He knew he was dreaming, but he couldn't wake up and was repeatedly tortured by this endless torment.

Peng Changfu, who was sleeping on the bed next to him, was in no better condition.

He felt as if he had been stuffed into an airtight old coconut shell.

The inner wall of the coconut shell was covered with dense, sharp thorns. The more he struggled, the tighter the coconut shell tightened, and the thorns pierced his flesh, drilling into his heart and lungs along his ribs.

He wanted to shout, but the coconut shell was airtight, and his voice could only echo within the narrow shell.

In his sleep, Peng Changfu clenched his teeth so tightly that his jaw was about to break, and two of his teeth were bitten off, with blood and black liquid flowing from the corner of his mouth.

His body was cold and stiff, like a rotting corpse that had been submerged in the sea for many days. Beneath his skin, countless root-like bluish-black lines spread along his blood vessels, crawling from his ankles all the way to his heart.

As dawn broke, the two of them were awakened almost simultaneously, jolting upright in bed.

Peng Zhaohui opened his mouth and coughed violently, gasping for breath. What he coughed up was black, foul-smelling water mixed with sea sand and decaying algae. The burning pain in his lungs and the gnawing pain in his bones did not subside at all. His skin was white from being soaked in water, as if he had really been soaking in the deep sea all night.

Peng Changfu, standing beside him, didn't even have the strength to sit up. He lay paralyzed on the bed, his face as pale as paper, his eyes sunken, his eyes bloodshot, and his skin covered with countless blood spots, as if he had been tortured with needles.

They won't be tortured to death like this, but this is just the beginning.