Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

The curly-haired girl rushed into the room and was startled when she saw Shen Qingzhou. Then, as if she had realized what was happening, she charged straight at Shen Qingzhou.

Shen Qingzhou frowned slightly, but did not dodge, wanting to see what this girl was going to do.

But then he saw the girl walk up to him, suddenly turn around, and hide behind him.

This made Shen Qingzhou slightly stunned, and then she seemed to realize that she must be hiding from some "person".

Then he heard shouts from outside, followed by a cold and arrogant voice, "You old devils, mind your own business, or I'll eat you alive."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingzhou couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. How long had it been since he had encountered such an arrogant ghost?

This must be the "person" that the curly-haired girl wanted to hide from.

Just then, a ghost entered from outside the door.

Shen Qingzhou took a closer look and, good heavens, it was someone he knew.

This ghost was the one who rode on Yang Xiaoyong's neck that day.

When I first met him, I noticed that he was somewhat deranged, filled with hatred for Yang Xiaoyong. Hatred basically dominated all his emotions.

But when I saw it again today, although it was no longer as mad as before, its eyes were even more ferocious, greedy, and cold.

His figure was much more solid and taller than before, and the black aura around him was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved.

Shen Qingzhou could tell at a glance that the other party must have devoured other ghosts.

There is a world of difference between a demon that has devoured its own kind and one that has not.

Just like the difference between someone who has killed someone and someone who hasn't, their essence is already different.

Those who have killed others possess a more violent nature, a colder disposition, and less reverence for life.

The same applies to ghosts that have eaten other ghosts.

Of course, this also includes people who have eaten ghosts.

This refers to Shen Qingzhou himself.

In his eyes, ghosts were sometimes people, and sometimes just a plate of meat.

Just like now.

However, Shen Qingzhou remained silent, pretending not to see the other person, and continued to look around the room, trying to see what was happening.

The male ghost entered the house, completely ignoring Shen Qingzhou's presence. A ferocious and greedy smile appeared on his face as he said, "Don't bother hiding, you can't escape. Do you think your old folks can stop me?"

The curly-haired girl peeked out from behind Shen Qingzhou and said in an almost pleading tone, "I beg you, please let me go. We have no grudge against each other, why are you targeting me?"

The curly-haired girl was almost in tears.

"That bastard Yang Xiaoyong stole my wife, and since I happen to like you too, consider this his compensation to me," the male ghost said.

Shen Qingzhou, who was eavesdropping, had the same look as an old man on the subway. Did Yang Xiaoyong sleep with his wife? This story sounds familiar.

However, I can finally understand why the other party was so resentful and why they kept riding on Yang Xiaoyong's neck.

Yang Xiaoyong rides your wife, so you ride him, right? That seems quite reasonable.

"But I don't know you, I don't like you at all, and I... I have a husband."

As the curly-haired girl spoke, she hugged Shen Qingzhou from behind. If it were an ordinary person, being hugged by a ghost wouldn't feel anything.

But Shen Qingzhou was no ordinary person; he could clearly feel that he was being held very tightly.

Moreover, he had been holding back his power to avoid hurting his opponent; otherwise, his opponent probably wouldn't have even had a chance to get close to him from the beginning.

"He doesn't even know you, yet you still married him. What's the difference between you and me? Don't worry, I won't touch you now. After the wedding tonight, I'll come to the bridal chamber..." the male ghost said, a silver smile on his face.

Oh my god, why do I have this vague sense of déjà vu again? What's going on?

Shen Qingzhou, who had originally intended to remain silent and pretend not to see anything, could no longer hold back at this moment.

After all, any normal man would want to beat the other person to death if he heard such a thing said in front of his "wife".

Shen Qingzhou thought this way, and he acted this way.

So he slapped her across the face.

"You fucking bastard, you think you're so great?"

The slap was extremely hard, making the other person's head spin around magically, and then, due to the power of reversing the universe, it turned the other person upside down, with their head hitting the ground.

However, Shen Qingzhou held back some of her strength, afraid that a single slap would shatter the other party's soul, making it impossible to slowly torture them.

So although the slap was heavy, the male ghost was not seriously injured.

At this moment, he was lying on the ground, and he and the curly-haired girl stared wide-eyed at Shen Qingzhou in surprise.

"What's with that 'I've seen a ghost' look on your faces? Be professional, you guys are the ghosts!"

As Shen Qingzhou spoke, she stepped on the male ghost's chest.

The male ghost's body was bent like a shrimp from being stepped on, and he let out a shrill scream. This attracted many "people" to lie down by the windows and doors, peeking inside furtively, but no one dared to come in.

These were the same guests Shen Qingzhou had seen when she entered.

Of course, not all of those guests were ghosts; some were indeed living people, just not as many as others.

When holding a ghost marriage, some deceased relatives and friends are invited, so it is reasonable for them to be present.

Seeing the male ghost scream in agony with his mouth wide open, Shen Qingzhou bent down, hooked one hand on his upper palate and the other on his chin, and tore him open along the corner of his lips. Then she reached into his throat and pulled out a dazed old man.

"Third Grandfather".

The curly-haired girl next to him was filled with fear, but when she saw the old man, she couldn't help but gasp.

Shen Qingzhou reached out and threw the old man to the ground, then slapped the male ghost hard across the face again, sending him spinning in a magical arc.

"You son of a bitch, you dare sleep with my wife?"

At this moment, the male ghost's soul became increasingly ethereal after being tormented by Shen Qingzhou.

"No, no, please spare me, please..."

The male ghost was truly hurt, and even though he was extremely weak and dazed, he instinctively begged for mercy.

"Thinking about it is forbidden; even thinking about it is a crime."

As Shen Qingzhou spoke, she slapped him again, this time with less force, because the male ghost was almost completely destroyed and still didn't even know his name.

"Hey, wife, what do you think we should do with him?" Shen Qingzhou asked the curly-haired girl.

Just as the curly-haired girl was about to quietly help her third grandfather, who had been thrown to the ground by Shen Qingzhou, up, she was startled by what she heard and immediately stood up straight.

"I...I don't know..."

Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke; she was terrified. She had never seen such a ferocious person, let alone a ghost.

"Oh, then I'll take care of it." Shen Qingzhou looked down at the male ghost on the ground and saw that his mouth, which had been torn open, had lost its ability to heal due to his weak soul, and was wide open even more due to his painful wails.

Shen Qingzhou impatiently reached out and forcefully pulled off one of the other's arms, shoving it into the other's mouth to silence his screams. The effect was quite good.

The group of old ghosts who were peering out the window and by the door gasped in shock. Many of them wanted to turn around and leave as far away as possible.

Just then, Shen Qingzhou glanced at them and said, "Today is my big day. None of you are going to run away. If you do, don't blame me for coming to your graves to find you."

"No, no, they're all very obedient, please don't hurt them..."

The curly-haired girl trembled all over, tears streaming down her face, yet she still managed to beg for mercy on behalf of everyone.