Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

"You're already dead, why are you still concerned about that 200,000? Your parents have their own lives to live, don't worry about it," Shen Qingzhou said.

He should have kept quiet, because his words only made Lin Yunong more heartbroken, and she started wiping away tears incessantly.

"That was money I had painstakingly saved up. I was afraid of spending it all before I died, so I didn't even get treatment for my cancer. Now you've swindled it all away..."

Lin Yunong cried as she spoke, momentarily forgetting even her fear.

It turns out that after Lin Yunong was diagnosed with cancer, although it was already in its late stage, if she had received treatment at that time, she probably could have lived for several more years.

However, her family was poor, so she went out to work after graduating from high school. After working for several years, she finally saved up some money, and she couldn't bear to waste it, so she chose to give up treatment.

Before she died, she left all the money to her parents, but unexpectedly, Shen Qingzhou took it all.

The curly-haired girl became more and more aggrieved and heartbroken as she spoke, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

"What a pity...what a pity..."

Ghost tears are a valuable item and shouldn't be wasted. Shen Qingzhou reached into his pocket, pulled out a yellow talisman, and handed it to the other person.

"What...what are you doing?"

Lin Yunong, who was wiping away tears, was startled and shrank back, afraid that Shen Qingzhou would use some strange thing to capture her.

"Don't waste your tears, catch them with this." Shen Qingzhou stuffed the yellow talisman into her hand.

Lin Yunong was stunned. She looked at the yellow talisman in her hand and saw her tears dripping onto it, spreading like water stains.

Anger instantly overcame fear, and he couldn't help but ask, "Don't you have any compassion?"

But after she finished speaking, she felt scared again and looked at Shen Qingzhou timidly.

"Of course I have it, but I don't have sympathy worth two hundred thousand."

Shen Qingzhou gently brushed her cheek with his fingertips, feeling her delicate body tremble slightly, and then moved down her neck to her chest.

Lin Yunong thought to herself, "Please, when you say that, touch your own conscience, not mine."

Just then, Yang Xiaoyong came in from outside carrying a bowl of food.

Seeing Shen Qingzhou's strange posture, he couldn't help but ask in surprise, "What are you doing?"

"I'm figuring out how to get into the bridal chamber tonight."

As Shen Qingzhou spoke, he gently squeezed his palm twice.

"You really don't shy away from anything at all."

Even someone as daring as Yang Xiaoyong admired Shen Qingzhou's uninhibited nature.

Shen Qingzhou stood up and took the bowl Yang Xiaoyong handed her. Looking inside, she said with some surprise, "Why are they all cold dishes?"

"That's how ghost marriages are; it's all cold dishes, no hot dishes. Just make do with whatever you can find," Yang Xiaoyong said.

Shen Qingzhou had just said it casually and didn't take it seriously, so he picked up his rice bowl and started eating.

He glanced out the window. "The banquet hasn't started yet?"

"Of course not, how could we start the meal now? We'll have to wait a bit longer. I just got you some food because I was worried you'd be hungry," Yang Xiaoyong said.

"You're actually a pretty nice person."

"After you finish eating, just leave your bowl here. I'll collect it later, because according to the rules, you can't leave your room."

"What kind of ridiculous rule is this? It sounds like I'm getting married!"

"Haha, you can understand it that way too." Yang Xiaoyong laughed as he left the room.

Shen Qingzhou turned to Lin Yunong standing beside him and said, "Look, why did I work so hard to earn this 200,000 from you? A person should have a conscience. Besides, if you didn't want to, you should have told me from the beginning. I definitely wouldn't have forced you."

"How can I tell you?" Lin Yunong whispered.

"When your old man goes to see me, why don't you go with him? Besides, Yang Xiaoyong said that when he asks you about it at the grave, a plume of white smoke will rise into the sky, and you'll be satisfied."

"He's lying. It was purely a matter of the wind. Besides, on that very day, I was being harassed by Gao Jianxiong and I kept avoiding him, which is why I didn't go."

"So, in that case, it's all fate. God is the greatest, and we should listen to God, don't you think?"

Lin Yunong: ...

What else could she say?

She couldn't reason with him, and she couldn't beat him in a fight, so she resigned herself to her fate.

"I'm not trying to be mean, but you're being bullied by some outsider, and all your uncles and elders just stand by and watch without anyone lending a hand?" Shen Qingzhou added.

"Of course! My third grandfather was eaten by Gao Jianxiong because he helped me. Everyone else was terrified..."

"Moreover, many have already reincarnated into the underworld. Those who remain have been in the world for a long time, and some of their memories have become confused or lost. They only receive incense offerings during the Lunar New Year, and sometimes not even that. Naturally, they are very weak..."

"When Gao Jianxiong died, he was in his prime, his spirit was vigorous, and he had just died, so we were naturally no match for him..."

"You know all this?" Shen Qingzhou asked, somewhat surprised.

"It was all told to me by my great-grandfather," Lin Yunong said.

"And what about Grandpa? How old is he this year?" Shen Qingzhou asked after thinking for a moment.

He was over ninety years old before he passed away, so he must have been over one hundred and thirty years old now.

Lin Yunong thought for a moment and said that as she talked with Shen Qingzhou, she gradually relaxed.

"That's quite the old fox. Did he come today?"

"They're here, they're outside."

"Do you know what the stone bridge leading into your village is called?" Shen Qingzhou continued to ask.

Although Lin Yunong was puzzled as to why the topic suddenly shifted, she still honestly replied, "It's called Stone Slab Bridge. That's what we've called it since we were little."

"Really? Then go ask your great-grandfather if that's true," Shen Qingzhou said.

Upon hearing this, Lin Yunong's heart stirred, and she walked straight to the door.

When they reached the door, they couldn't help but look back and saw Shen Qingzhou squatting on the ground eating without any regard for her image.

This is a perfect opportunity to sneak away. As long as she finds a secluded corner to hide, the other party should, possibly, not be able to find her.

Lin Yunong was caught in a dilemma.

With that thought in mind, he obediently went to the courtyard.

Upon seeing her emerge, the group of old ghosts all stood up to inquire.

"Little sister, your man didn't do anything to you, did he?"

"Girl, why did your parents find you such a fierce man?"

"Xiao Lin, what does he do? How can he see us? That's very rare."

……

With everyone talking at once, Lin Yunong didn't know whose question to answer, so she went straight to the old man.

This is an old man with a full head of silver hair, leaning on a cane, sitting in the crowd of "people".

"Grandpa, he...he has something he wants to ask you."

"What's wrong?"

The old man was curious, as were the ghosts around him. They all quieted down and listened intently.

"He wants to ask you, what's the name of the stone slab bridge at the entrance of our village?"

The ghosts were all taken aback upon hearing this, and one of them asked in confusion, "Isn't it just called Stone Slab Bridge? That's what we've called it since we were little..."

"Nonsense, I think the original name was Linjiaqiao..."

"It's Shanglin Bridge, because our Lin family used to be divided into two villages, upper and lower..."

……

The group of old ghosts started discussing among themselves.

Lin Yunong didn't pay any attention, but looked at her great-grandfather. Her great-grandfather had lived the longest and his answer was the most authoritative.

Although my great-grandfather has been gone for a long time, his memory is still perfectly intact.

People speculate that it's probably because he's of a high generation and receives the most offerings of incense each year, which is why he's still not confused.

The old man didn't answer the question immediately, but instead asked, "Is your husband a shaman?"

Duan Gong is a local term; other terms include Xiang Tou, Zhai Gong, Zuo Tang Xian Sheng, etc., but the most common is Fa Shi.