Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

Chapter 158 Overwhelming Hatred

Shen Qingzhou sat with his grandmother at the nursing home for a long time. Although it was said to be for chatting, Jiang Xinyue actually spent most of the time talking to the old lady.

Shen Qingzhou only got up to say goodbye when the old lady showed signs of fatigue and drowsiness.

As for Daidai, the little guy was already curled up in a ball on his grandma's bed, fast asleep.

"Every time she comes, she either eats or sleeps. I won't bring her next time," Shen Qingzhou complained deliberately with a stern face.

Upon hearing this, Grandma raised her hand and lightly slapped his arm, glaring at him: "Not bringing her? Then you shouldn't come either."

Then, softening her tone, she added with a smile, "Isn't this much better? Quiet and peaceful, without any fuss."

"Hehe, Grandma, I was just saying it offhand." Shen Qingzhou immediately put on a cheeky smile.

"Alright, go on, go on, don't disturb my rest." Grandma waved her hand to shoo them away.

"Goodbye, Grandma Song. I'll come to see you again next time." Jiang Xinyue quickly stood up and said goodbye respectfully.

"Okay." Grandma smiled broadly, looking exceptionally happy.

But just as Shen Qingzhou reached the door, she called him back.

"What's wrong, Grandma?" Shen Qingzhou turned around in surprise.

The old lady suddenly said out of the blue, "Cuiping isn't a bad person; she's a good person."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingzhou's eyes narrowed sharply, but he then smiled and said, "I know."

"Go on, go on," Grandma waved her hand, urging him to leave again.

The old lady was perfectly aware of the situation; she probably already guessed some of the inside story, but simply didn't reveal it.

As Shen Qingzhou closed the door and left the room, his hearing, far exceeding that of ordinary people, clearly heard the old lady let out a long sigh from inside. Then, with a soft "click," the bedside lamp was turned off, and the room instantly plunged into darkness.

Jiang Xinyue seemed to have heard the noise as well. She turned around and glanced at the closed door, then said softly, "Grandma is such a good person."

"Of course, you can come and visit her often when you have time," Shen Qingzhou instructed.

Grandma Fengying used to come and keep her company, talking to her and pushing her around in her wheelchair. They could also help each other with daily life, but now—

Damn it.

Based on that alone, he's determined to take charge of this matter.

As Shen Qingzhou walked out of the nursing home, she saw Zhao Xuejun and his mother waiting by the roadside.

Lin Yunong and Xiao Qiu also joined them from the side; they had come over at some point.

At this moment, Lin Yunong was filled with indignation, while Grandma Fengying looked grief-stricken and kept muttering something, as if she had suffered a great blow.

It seems that Zhao Xuejun eventually told the old lady the truth.

He had originally decided not to say anything, since this matter would only upset the old man and make him unhappy, and it would be of no use at all, so he might as well bear it alone.

But now, everything is different.

Upon seeing Shen Qingzhou emerge, Zhao Xuejun, who had been impatiently waiting, immediately rushed forward with a look of anticipation, while Grandma Fengying instinctively followed behind her son.

When she was alive, her son was her support, and now that she is a ghost, it remains the same.

"Master Shen, you've been truly wronged—"

The old lady would start crying and complaining as soon as she opened her mouth.

Shen Qingzhou quickly interrupted her softly, "Grandma Fengying, you can just call me Xiaozhou. Since I've agreed to take care of this, there's no need to say anything more."

He couldn't be bothered to listen to her complaints again. He had already thoroughly investigated the cause and effect of the matter, and listening to her again would be of no use.

"Okay, okay, thank you, Xiaozhou, thank you so much." Grandma Fengying thanked her repeatedly, while Zhao Xuejun, who was standing to the side, didn't say anything more, but just looked at her with gratitude in his eyes.

Shen Qingzhou looked down at Daidai, who was fast asleep in his arms, and said, "Let's talk about it at my office."

After saying that, he walked towards Jiang Xinyue's car.

Seeing Shen Qingzhou holding Daidai, Xiaoqiu immediately opened her little arms and rushed to Jiang Xinyue, wanting her mother to hold her.

Jiang Xinyue quickly bent down and picked up the little guy.

"Aren't we taking her back to the orphanage tonight?" Lin Yunong leaned closer, looking at the little one in Shen Qingzhou's arms, and asked with a face full of curiosity.

"I'll send it back tomorrow, and you can sleep at my place tonight."

"You really do like children," Lin Yunong said with some emotion.

"Right?" Shen Qingzhou grinned. "So don't get jealous so easily in the future. I need to find someone to have a baby with."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yunong muttered under her breath, "He really knows how to seize every opportunity. Just a casual remark about liking children, and he can twist it into having children with other women."

Strangely enough, after hearing this, she wasn't so angry anymore.

When they returned to the office, Shen Qingzhou first asked Jiang Xinyue to take Daidai back to her room to sleep. It was too late, so Jiang Xinyue didn't go back that night either.

After settling the two in, Shen Qingzhou led Zhao Xuejun and his mother into the living room to sit down and discuss how to avenge them.

"I have two options, you can choose one yourself." Shen Qingzhou didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point.

"The first method is to have someone obtain your daughter and son-in-law's hair or personal belongings, and then cast a spell on them, guaranteeing that they will suffer a fate worse than death."

"The second option is for you to do it yourselves. I will cast a spell so that they can see you and you can cause them real harm. You have a direct family relationship with them, and the karmic ties are very strong. It doesn't require their hair or personal items, and the spell casting process is also simpler."

"The second option, we'll choose the second option."

As soon as Shen Qingzhou finished speaking, Zhao Xuejun immediately and impatiently chose the second option.

The first option would require finding someone to remove the hair or personal items, which would definitely take some time, but he didn't want to wait a moment longer.

Moreover, when it comes to revenge, it's never as satisfying or cathartic as taking matters into your own hands, whether you rely on someone else or do it yourself.

"Okay, let's get started now."

Shen Qingzhou took out a few things from the drawer, got up, and led the two to the side bedroom.

"Xuejun, is this really necessary?"

Grandma Fengying pulled her son aside and asked him in a low voice. The old lady was kind-hearted after all, and she still softened a little at the last minute.

"Mom, don't you think about how Xiaohang died? How can you be so soft-hearted now? How can you face him?" Zhao Xuejun's voice suddenly rose, his tone full of grief and indignation.

The "Xiao Hang" he mentioned was his son, Zhao Yihang.

Upon hearing this, the old lady's face instantly darkened.

Her grandson was her Achilles' heel. When he died, she thought it was just bad luck and blamed God for being unfair. Now that she knows he was murdered, her kindness was instantly swallowed up by hatred.

"Yes, let them suffer a terrible death." The old woman's voice was filled with resentment, and all traces of her previous kind demeanor had vanished.

Shen Qingzhou glanced at her, not finding it strange at all.

Humans are not simply good or evil, black or white creatures. To expect an old lady to be kind and benevolent at this point is not kindness, but a foolish and wicked saintly act.

Upon entering the side bedroom, the room appeared empty, yet for some reason, it brought immense psychological pressure to Zhao Xuejun and his mother, making them restless and uneasy.

But in order to get revenge, the two of them stubbornly stood still.

Shen Qingzhou first lit two incense sticks and respectfully inserted them into the incense burner. Then he sat cross-legged on the futon, picked up a piece of yellow paper from the side, lit it, and put it into the brazier in front of him.

Before each spell, he would almost always light incense and burn yellow paper.

It is not for worshipping anyone, nor to express respect to anyone.

Rather, it is incense, a bridge, a bridge connecting with some mysterious forces.

Just like thread calls in computer programs, it can connect two originally unrelated files or programs together.

Shen Qingzhou then picked up the paper figures and writing brushes he had brought in.

Under their gazes, Shen Qingzhou said, "Tell me your daughter and son-in-law's names and birth dates."

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