Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

Shen Qingzhou walked over and opened the door, only to find that standing at the door were not only Jiang Xinyue and her daughter, but also an old man with gray hair.

The moment Shen Qingzhou opened the door, the old man began scrutinizing him from head to toe.

"Good morning, Master Shen. Sorry to bother you."

Compared to the day before, Jiang Xinyue looked even more haggard, listless, and with red and swollen eyes, as if a gust of wind could blow her over.

"It's alright, come in and let's talk." Shen Qingzhou stepped back to let them in.

"This is my father, and also Xiao Qiu's maternal grandfather."

"Hello, Mr. Shen, my name is Jiang Haichao," the old man introduced himself.

He reached out and gently shook hands with Shen Qingzhou.

Jiang Haichao had a slightly hunched back, a thin face, wore black-rimmed glasses, and had a refined and scholarly air about him. He spoke softly, like a cultured person.

And that is indeed the case.

"I work at the cultural center, and I used to collect, organize, protect, and research folk culture. There are many records of people like you, Mr. Shen, but none of them have ever been verified. This is all because of cultural backwardness and the ignorance of the people..."

"Dad, you promised me..."

Clearly, Jiang Haichao was questioning Shen Qingzhou's abilities and the authenticity of his decision to let his daughter meet his granddaughter.

Shen Qingzhou ignored him and instead stuck her head out the door, saying to Xiao Qiu, who was counting the steps, "Stop playing and come in."

"Okay~"

A child is a child; even if they are dead, they are still carefree.

Jiang Haichao was momentarily speechless and couldn't continue. Seeing that Shen Qingzhou had closed the door, he immediately pretended to be nonchalant and began to look around the house.

Seeing that Shen Qingzhou had closed the door, Jiang Xinyue immediately glanced around at the empty space and asked with some concern, "Did Xiao Qiu come in?"

"He's in, standing right next to you. Sit down and let's talk."

As for Jiang Haichao's questioning words, he didn't take them to heart at all.

Over the years in this industry, I've seen many such doubts. Jiang Haichao is neither the first nor the last person to be like him.

"Sorry, the room is a bit messy, I haven't had time to tidy it up yet," Shen Qingzhou said casually.

But Jiang Xinyue had no time to care about any of that at that moment.

As soon as Shen Qingzhou sat down, she said impatiently, "Master, the day before yesterday I questioned Xiao Qiu carefully about the cause of her death. Although she didn't explain it very clearly, I still found the murderer based on the clues she gave me... But... But..."

Jiang Xinyue's tears streamed down her cheeks, falling in a steady, rhythmic thud.

Jiang Haichao looked at his daughter with heartache in his eyes, gently patting her back, but he didn't know how to comfort her.

"I'm fine...I'm fine...I'm alright..." Jiang Xinyue choked back tears as she pushed her father's hand away.

"He's a scumbag. What if I call the police and they arrest him? It'll be a good thing for him; he'll still have plenty to eat and drink while he's in jail... But I hate it! I'm not reconciled..."

At this point, Jiang Xinyue gritted her teeth, her eyes bulging with rage.

A mother's love for her daughter in the past is matched by her hatred for her now.

Xiao Qiu, who was comforting her mother, was a little frightened.

Jiang Xinyue was already somewhat hysterical and on the verge of collapse; no amount of comforting her would help at this point.

So Shen Qingzhou didn't say anything, but took out a brand new paper figure, picked up the worn-out pen next to him, and casually drew a few strokes on it.

Then he opened the drawer, took out an incense stick, lit it, and held the paper figure between his fingers, rotating it counterclockwise three times around the incense while chanting incantations.

Xiao Qiu immediately leaned her little head over; the little one was very clever and had already learned to answer first.

So Shen Qingzhou slapped the paper figure directly onto her forehead, and in an instant, Xiao Qiu appeared in the room.

Jiang Haichao's eyes widened in shock when he saw this scene; he was completely stunned.

He had just been thinking of asking Shen Qingzhou to help comfort his daughter, so he had noticed all of Shen Qingzhou's strange actions.

"this……"

Jiang Haichao rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating. He wondered if Shen Qingzhou had added some hallucinogen to the incense. He was about to say, "How could that be?"

Then Xiao Qiu cried out, "Mommy, don't cry, don't do this, I'm scared, waaaah..."

Xiao Qiu's crying immediately snapped Jiang Xinyue out of her grief and anger, and she hugged her daughter tightly.

"Xiao Qiu... Mommy's little darling... Waaah... Mommy is so sorry... Mommy didn't take good care of you... It's all my fault..."

Overwhelmed by immense guilt, Jiang Xinyue was drowned out by the tide, but it also made her forget her anger.

"Xiao Qiu... Xiao Qiu..."

Jiang Haichao was also in tears, wanting to reach out and touch Xiao Qiu.

He no longer cared whether what he was seeing was an illusion.

Everything was so real, so real that he was completely absorbed in it and never wanted to wake up.

Jiang Xinyue was his only daughter, and Xiao Qiu was his only granddaughter. He actually loved this little darling even more than Jiang Xinyue did.

Since Xiao Qiu went missing, Jiang Xinyue has devoted himself entirely to finding his daughter, without any other worries, all because he and his wife have been silently supporting him.

Because of her daughter's timely appearance, Jiang Xinyue gradually calmed down.

A good mother always presents her best side to her daughter.

Jiang Xinyue pulled Xiao Qiu into her arms and continued their previous conversation.

"So I hope the master can help me. I want him to get the retribution he deserves, otherwise I will never have peace for the rest of my life..." Jiang Xinyue said in a trembling voice.

Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Haichao immediately interrupted, "If there's any payment needed, I'll pay for it all, no matter what."

After Jiang Haichao finished speaking, he made a point of emphasizing it.

Just as Jiang Haichao said when we first met, he did indeed participate in the collection and organization of folk culture.

So it's clear that these "evil arts" all come at a price. If the daughter wants revenge, then she has to pay the price, and it might even backfire on her.

So Jiang Haichao took the blame upon himself, willing to pay all the costs. After all, he was old, and at worst, he could pay with his own life, as long as his daughter could live a good life in the future.

Shen Qingzhou was unaware of his thoughts. If he had known, he would probably have laughed at the old man for being too naive, because for him, death was never the end.

"Oh, right, this is for you."

Just then, Jiang Xinyue took out a receipt and handed it to Shen Qingzhou; this was the agreed-upon payment.

Shen Qingzhou picked it up and glanced at it, but it wasn't 100,000, but 120,000.

"You agreed on 100,000, there's no need for you to give an extra 20,000," Shen Qingzhou said, putting down the receipt.

Actually, he already knew, because he had received a message from the welfare home's accountant yesterday at noon.

"This is for the children; consider it my way of doing good deeds for Xiao Qiu," Jiang Xinyue said.

Shen Qingzhou didn't say anything more after hearing this. Judging from Jiang Haichao and Jiang Xinyue's clothes, their family was not extremely wealthy, but they were definitely not poor either.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing I need your help with, Master," Jiang Xinyue continued.

"you say."

"I want to ask you to help me find Xiao Qiu's remains... I can't just leave her body to rot in the wilderness like this... I asked Xiao Qiu, but she couldn't explain it herself, so I want to ask you for help..." She hugged her daughter tightly, her voice trembling, and her words were almost inaudible at the end.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Haichao, who had been sitting quietly listening, clenched his fists even tighter.

"No problem," Shen Qingzhou readily agreed.

Having received payment, he was determined to do things thoroughly; for him, finding bones was not a difficult task.

Whether it's following a corpse to find its soul or using the soul to find a corpse, he has a way.

The only difficulty lies in the fact that once the body turns to ashes, there is no way to reverse the situation.

Just like Su Xi's husband, when he accepted the commission, the man had already passed away for nearly a year, and his ashes were scattered into the river. Even with extraordinary means, he could only sigh helplessly.

"As for wanting revenge against the murderer, that's fine too, but to what extent do you want to go?"

As Shen Qingzhou spoke, he habitually touched his pocket again, only to realize that he was out of cigarettes.