Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

Chapter 96 Yin Wood Trade

Taiping Street is an old street in Huinan City, and also the largest secondhand market and funeral market in Huinan City.

In addition to the shops on both sides, the roadside was also filled with stalls. An old bed sheet, a few old newspapers, or even two plastic bags were all that made up a stall.

They sell everything imaginable, from old home appliances to trendy mobile phones, from bronze artifacts from the Shang and Zhou dynasties to pots and pans made last week—it's all there, it's dazzling.

Lin Yunong and Xiao Qiu were very interested in all of this, and they walked around and stopped, wasting a lot of time. Shen Qingzhou regretted bringing the two of them along.

But Shen Qingzhou couldn't urge them loudly, because he would be seen as crazy.

Finally, having no other choice, he could only whisper a few words of advice to Lin Yunong before heading towards his destination alone.

Shen Qingzhou was going to a funeral home called Durenzhai, whose owner had a very impressive name: Chen Ping'an.

He wasn't a handsome young man, but a skinny, stubble-covered old man who constantly swore and used vulgar language like "Gan Li Niang" and "Bie Du Zi." His yellow teeth were so offensive that they made people want to vomit. But he sold the best funeral supplies in the entire Huinan City, and also sold some special items on the side.

Of course, the special items here are not illegal items, but rather materials for casting spells. For example, the materials Shen Qingzhou used to make incense sticks and the soul-nourishing coffin came from him.

Durenzhai is not large, only about twenty square meters. It is filled with goods and the dim lighting makes it feel even more cramped.

"Old Chen, where did he go?" Shen Qingzhou shouted loudly.

"Here he comes, here he comes—" Old Chen emerged from some corner, his cheeks were thin and his body was emaciated, looking exactly like a big rat.

"Gan Liniang, it's you, kid! How long has it been since you last patronized my business? What would you like to buy today?"

Old Chen stared with dead fish eyes, his gaze cloudy, as if he hadn't woken up yet.

Shen Qingzhou didn't say anything, but just took out a cigarette and prepared to light it. "No, my little darling, I'm scared of you—"

Old Chen instantly came to his senses and hurriedly begged for mercy.

His shop contains only flammable materials, so smoking is strictly prohibited.

"Didn't you say last time you had a piece of Yin Thunder Wood here? Is it still there?"

So-called Yin Thunder Wood is originally jujube wood struck by lightning. It is extremely yang and strong and has the effect of suppressing evil. However, if it is buried in an ominous grave or placed in a yin vein for a hundred days, it will become Yin Thunder Wood, embracing yin within yang and containing yang within yin, making it an excellent material for nourishing yin spirits.

"Of course I have it, but this thing isn't cheap. Are you planning to raise a ghost? If so, I also have bone ash clay, corpse soil pottery, and seven-layered locust tree, all of which are cheap."

"Get lost, don't mention these despicable people to me, I'm a respectable person," Shen Qingzhou said.

The "ash mud" he mentioned is actually children's ashes mixed with soil.

Corpse pottery is a small jar made from the clay left after a corpse has decomposed.

The Seven-Layered Locust Tree is an old locust tree that grew on seven corpses.

If these materials are obtained through normal channels, there shouldn't be any major problems.

However, in today's society, it is very difficult to obtain them through normal channels, and the cost is too high in China, so most of them come from Southeast Asia.

Some people might wonder who these niche products are sold to. Actually, that's a completely wrong idea. With China's huge population, there are all kinds of people. So, apart from a small portion sold to so-called masters, most of these products are sold to folk art enthusiasts.

Although it's a niche market, the limited number of sellers means it's still quite profitable and has a large market. However, in the last two years, there have been many counterfeit products, and not only folk enthusiasts have been deceived, but some so-called masters have also been cheated.

"They're really burning money."

Old Chen mumbled something and went into the inner room, quickly taking out a brocade box.

"It's like a donkey's dung ball—it looks shiny on the outside, but is it really that bad?"

Shen Qingzhou opened the wooden box directly, revealing a piece of dark wood inside.

"After all, if you're going to sell it at a high price, it has to look presentable." Old Chen chuckled, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

Shen Qingzhou immediately smelled a putrid stench, which was practically a biological attack.

"Stay away from me, your mouth stinks." Shen Qingzhou took two steps back with a look of disgust.

"You bastard, I'm not selling it to you."

Old Chen reached out to take it back, but Shen Qingzhou snatched it away.

"How much?" Shen Qingzhou asked.

"Fifty thousand," Old Chen said, offering a fixed price.

"Damn it—is your mother dead?"

Shen Qingzhou almost slept with his mother, but luckily he stopped in time. Regardless of his age, just thinking about his appearance makes one nauseous.

"One hundred thousand," Old Chen said coldly.

"No, I was wrong, I'm sorry. How about three thousand? I really want it."

"Damn it, you bastard, you're just spouting nonsense at me. Get out, get out of here now!" Old Chen got angry and chased him away.

Unfortunately, Shen Qingzhou held on tightly and refused to let go. After some haggling, Old Man Chen finally sold it to him for 18,000.

One was as happy as if their parents had died, and the other was as sad as if their parents had died.

"I'll have someone transfer the money to your account."

Since a price had been agreed upon, Shen Qingzhou naturally wouldn't renege on his promise, and Old Man Chen trusted him; this wasn't their first transaction.

"Let's go." Having achieved her goal, Shen Qingzhou didn't linger any longer and turned to leave.

"Are you short of money lately?" Old Chen suddenly asked.

"Of course I'm short of money, not just lately, I've always been short of money. What, do you have a good job to recommend?"

Shen Qingzhou turned around and knew that the old guy was probably up to no good.

"There is indeed a good job, but it depends on whether you dare to take it," Old Chen chuckled.

"Tell me about it first," Shen Qingzhou said.

"He's just a kid from the market. Last year, he went to the countryside to search for a house and got haunted by something evil. He's been restless ever since. He's consulted over a dozen masters who came to his house, but nothing worked. Apparently, he's been haunted by a malevolent spirit. In the end, his parents came to me asking me to introduce them to one or two capable people."

"How much?"

"What?"

"I said, how much will it cost to introduce one?"

"Hehe, I knew I couldn't hide it from you. I'll introduce you to someone for 8,000, but they have to be really capable. I think you're one of those capable guys."

Of course, he didn't just say this to Shen Qingzhou; he said it to almost everyone who came here to buy goods.

"Eight thousand?" Shen Qingzhou was taken aback. "Looks like they're in a hurry."

"Yes, the person is almost gone, how can we not be anxious? Besides, this is the only one left in the family. If you're willing, you can come and take a look. You definitely won't be shortchanged."

Seeing that Shen Qingzhou was somewhat interested, Old Man Chen immediately became even more enthusiastic.

"Alright, let's go take a look," Shen Qingzhou said nonchalantly.

The first mention of the Green Demon comes from the Qing Dynasty book "Zhai Zaji". It is said to be the most powerful kind of demon.

But to Shen Qingzhou, a ghost is a ghost. What difference is there between a Green-Clad Ghost and a Red-Clothed Fierce Ghost? A ghost is a ghost. What, are you saying there's a first stage of Qi Refining and a second stage of Qi Refining?

Seeing that Shen Qingzhou had actually agreed, Old Man Chen hesitated instead.

"Xiao Shen, we've known each other for so long, I don't know if you really have any skills. If you're not confident, I think you should just forget it. We're all acquaintances, and this eight thousand yuan is too hot for me to handle."

"Oh, you actually have a conscience?"

"Gan Li Niang, how am I heartless? Every time you come here, I always give you the lowest price. You bastard, you're the one who's a black-hearted maggot—"

"Alright, alright—" Shen Qingzhou interrupted him.

"Since you don't even know if I have any real skills, why did you invite me in the first place?"

"Because I've never been able to sell you any counterfeit goods," Old Chen chuckled.

"Damn it!"

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