Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

Chapter 98 Hair around the neck

Chen Ping'an actually quite liked Shen Qingzhou; at least he was a normal person, and somewhat handsome at that.

In their line of work, they can encounter all sorts of strange things, including some perverts and mentally unstable people.

"Work hard, and when you're my age, you'll definitely be as rich as me," Old Man Chen said.

"Don't curse me."

Having ten million at twenty and having ten million at fifty are two completely different life experiences. The younger you are when you have money, the better, so you can truly experience the joy of being rich.

Shen Qingzhou glanced at the two "people" and one dog that had followed in the back seat.

Old Chen laughed heartily, "Then I wish you great wealth this year."

#, this seems to be the real curse upon him.

Old Chen said it wasn't far, and he wasn't lying. It only took about ten minutes to drive there, including several minutes of waiting at traffic lights.

"Purple Cloud Mansion?"

Shen Qingzhou looked at the gilded characters at the entrance of the residential area, which made the area look very high-end.

"Is your friend's family very wealthy?"

"They have no money to burn. This residential complex was built by the mining group, and the employees received significant discounts, making it much cheaper than the market price. As a result, many employees bought houses here."

All I can say is that the mining company is really rich; the entire community is excellent in terms of overall design, landscaping, materials, and internal public facilities.

"I also wanted to buy a place here back then, but all my money was invested in my business, so I felt like I lost out big time. Everyone who bought one felt like they made a huge profit. Looking back now, who can say for sure?" Old Chen said with great emotion.

"How much investment can you possibly make in your little shop? And how do you even get into this business?" Shen Qingzhou asked, somewhat curious.

Despite Shen Qingzhou's constant use of "Old Man Chen" or "Old Vegetable Gangster," Old Man Chen is actually only in his early fifties, not even sixty.

Thinking about it this way, it's even more distressing considering his wife is only in her early twenties.

"My ancestors were spirit craftsmen, so I've had some contact with these things since I was a child," said Old Man Chen.

The "spirit-raiding craftsman" he mentioned, according to the Huinan dialect, actually refers to tomb raiding.

"Do you have a son?" Shen Qingzhou suddenly asked.

Old Chen was taken aback at first, then realized what he meant, "Gan Li Niang, you good-for-nothing! I have a son and a daughter, both smart and beautiful—"

"That's great? Are you sure it's yours?"

Shen Qingzhou's casual remark infuriated Old Man Chen to the point of jumping up and down.

The curly-haired girl followed behind with her hands behind her back, listening with a smile on her face.

I think this guy is really bad, but he's also really funny.

As for Xiao Qiu, she rode Wu Ying around recklessly, shouting and yelling, attracting many cat and dog spirits who hid in the shadows watching the person and the dog.

Because he had called beforehand, Old Chen's friend, who was also Pei Yousheng's father, was already waiting downstairs.

He and Old Man Chen were colleagues and old friends, and their ages should be similar, but he looked several years older than Old Man Chen.

Dark circles under his eyes, large eye bags, gray hair, and he looked extremely haggard.

"Old Chen, this must be Master Shen."

He shook hands with Old Man Chen, but his gaze was fixed on Shen Qingzhou.

They did not look down on Shen Qingzhou in the slightest because of his youth.

He's desperate and grasping at straws; he sees anyone willing to come and see his son as a lifeline.

Moreover, he was introduced by Chen Ping'an, so he trusted Chen Ping'an quite a bit.

"Shen Qingzhou." Shen Qingzhou reached out and shook hands with him.

"Hello, hello, my name is Pei Changming, you can just call me Lao Pei. Thank you for coming here—"

Pei Changming led the two into the building, and Shen Qingzhou turned back to Lin Yunong and Xiao Qiu and said, "If you're scared, wait for me downstairs."

Seeing Shen Qingzhou talking to himself in the void, Pei Changming's face first showed fear, but then a hint of joy appeared on his face.

Old Chen was a little stunned. "No, are you serious?"

Seeing Shen Qingzhou's thoughtfulness, Lin Yunong was delighted and smiled, saying, "You'll protect us, right?"

With others present, Shen Qingzhou couldn't say that there wasn't a ghost in the world he couldn't deal with, lest he appear to be bragging. So he simply nodded slightly.

"Then I'll go with you to take a look. Besides, I'm a ghost too, what am I afraid of?" Lin Yunong said proudly.

I don't know who it was, but Gao Jianxiong was chasing me around everywhere.

"I'm going too, I want to go too, Xiao Hei will protect me—" Xiao Qiu hugged the dog's head.

"Woof woof————"

Wu Ying called out twice, and a dozen cat and dog spirits emerged densely from the surrounding grass.

"Wow, you're something else!" Shen Qingzhou was somewhat shocked.

He's considering whether or not to build an army of cats and dogs.

"Let's go," Shen Qingzhou said, turning around to the two of them.

"Okay, please come with me," Pei Changming said hurriedly.

He didn't know if Shen Qingzhou was just being mysterious, but for now, he could only believe it for the time being.

Upon arriving at the Pei family's residence, Pei Changming led the two directly to the balcony.

The balcony is quite large, and it's a curved, landscaped balcony that gets plenty of sunlight throughout the day.

But now the balcony is completely bare, and the surrounding area is also blocked off by railings.

There was a person sitting in the middle of the balcony, holding a parasol, which looked very strange. In this hot weather, even with an umbrella, it was still unbearably hot.

Pei Changming explained, "This is my son, Pei Yousheng. He's only slightly better when he's in the sunlight during the day, and at night he needs the lights on and someone to be with him."

Shen Qingzhou looked around the room. In addition to a statue of the City God in the living room, there was a peach wood sword on the altar, and many talismans were pasted on the surrounding walls.

These were probably left behind by the masters who were invited before.

But it was obvious that these things were of no use other than for decoration, and Xiao Qiu even reached out to touch them out of curiosity.

Apart from that, nothing special was found, nor was any outside "person" discovered.

Wu Ying, however, barked a few times at Pei Yousheng, who was sitting on the balcony.

"Master, look—" Pei Changming said with a fawning expression.

Shen Qingzhou waved his hand, walked straight forward, reached out and pinched the tip of the umbrella, pulling it directly from the other person's hand.

Pei Yousheng immediately let out a terrified scream, his whole body began to tremble, and he looked around in fear.

Shen Qingzhou was also startled, because Pei Yousheng's appearance was really frightening. He was completely emaciated, looking like skin and bones. Because of his thinness, his cheeks became sunken, his eyeballs became bulging, but his eyes were cloudy, and he looked like he was in a daze.

Even in a state of panic, he looked extremely listless, as if his body was no longer able to support his emotional fluctuations.

Pei Changming hurriedly went onto the balcony, looked at his son with heartache in his eyes, and asked anxiously, "Master, my son—"

Shen Qingzhou didn't say anything, but instead reached out and touched Pei Yousheng's neck.

Because his neck was wrapped in a circle of jet-black hair.

Lin Yunong peered curiously through the glass door of the balcony, while Xiao Qiu clung to her leg, both curious and frightened, their cowardly expressions making people laugh.

At this moment, Shen Qingzhou's fingers had already touched the strands of hair on Pei Yousheng's neck.

The strands of hair immediately seemed to come alive, quickly wrapping around his fingertips.