Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

"What level?" Jiang Xinyue asked, looking completely bewildered.

She was only thinking about how to get revenge on the other party, without considering how to do so or to what extent.

"Master, to what extent can you do it?" Jiang Haichao asked, picking up the conversation.

At this point, he no longer doubted Shen Qingzhou's abilities. Even if he still had some doubts, he would not show them directly.

"To what extent can I do it?" Shen Qingzhou chuckled.

"I can do anything you can think of. Here are a few scenarios for you to consider."

“Okay… okay…”

Hearing Shen Qingzhou speak so casually, the two felt both fear and curiosity.

"The first method, of course, is to kill the person directly, and do so silently and without leaving any trace. If you feel that's not enough, I can also seal his soul inside a puppet. You can torture him day and night. Any external force applied to the puppet will affect the soul itself: cutting off fingers, pricking with needles, gouging out eyes, amputating limbs..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Haichao and his daughter felt a chill run down their spines, and Jiang Xinyue instinctively covered Xiao Qiu's ears to prevent her from hearing it.

"Secondly, there's the mental torment, which drives him insane, distorts his perception, makes him think of excrement as food, dogs as people, and cars as horses..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Haichao and his daughter's eyes lit up. They felt that this punishment suited their tastes quite well, but they still wanted to hear if there were any three.

Shen Qingzhou did not disappoint them and continued, "Third, let him suffer from illness. Choose the most painful and tormenting disease you think he has, and let him get it. Any disease will do."

Shen Qingzhou emphasized this point at the end.

"So, which one do you choose?" Shen Qingzhou asked.

Jiang Xinyue was about to speak when Jiang Haichao stopped her with a hand gesture. His voice was somewhat hoarse as he asked, "If we choose any one of these three, what price will we have to pay?"

"cost?"

Shen Qingzhou glanced at Jiang Haichao's clothes again, but Jiang Haichao felt a chill run down his spine from just one look. Nevertheless, he mustered his courage and met Shen Qingzhou's gaze.

"One hundred thousand."

"What?" Jiang Haichao doubted his ears.

"I said 100,000 yuan, I think you should be able to come up with that."

Shen Qingzhou picked up the receipt on the table and shook it lightly in the air twice.

"Master, that's not what I meant. I meant that retaliating against the murderer in this way is against the natural order. Do we need to pay an equivalent price? Will there be any backlash afterward...?"

"Offensive to the natural order? Haha..."

Shen Qingzhou burst into laughter upon hearing this, as if he had heard something amusing.

"The old man is truly merciful. When he killed your granddaughter, he didn't think about anything that would offend the heavens. Besides, a human life is nothing but a tiny ant. Would you care about an ant that gets stepped on on the roadside? And who are you? Would the heavens care?"

Jiang Haichao was speechless, but a sense of unease still lingered in his heart.

At this point, Shen Qingzhou continued, "Besides, if there really is a price to pay, it will be me who pays it. After all, I'm the one who did it, what does it have to do with you? So, have you decided on that method?"

Jiang Xinyue was about to speak again, but was immediately stopped by Jiang Haichao.

"We choose the third option," Jiang Haichao said.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xinyue looked at her father, somewhat surprised. She had assumed that her father would choose the second option, just like her.

Jiang Haichao said, "A madman never thinks he is mad, and may even be addicted to the world of madness. So for the murderer, this is not a very severe punishment. The most painful thing for a person is torment of body and mind under clear cognition..."

He was explaining this to Shen Qingzhou, and also to his daughter.

"As expected, experience matters most," Shen Qingzhou praised.

Jiang Haichao continued, "Besides, once someone goes insane, who knows what extreme things they might do? In that case, mental illness might become their best shield. I don't want to hurt anyone else..."

If the first half of his statement makes one think that Jiang Haichao is a kind-faced but ruthless person, the second half of his statement commands respect.

"The old gentleman is very thoughtful."

This time, Shen Qingzhou gave a genuine compliment.

"I will transfer the money to your account tomorrow, and the rest is up to you, Master," Jiang Haichao said.

Shen Qingzhou waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about the money. I usually charge after the job is done. But since you chose the third option, there are two things I need you to do."

Upon hearing this, the two felt a chill run down their spines and became uneasy, fearing that Shen Qingzhou might make some "perverted" request.

"Please speak," Jiang Haichao said politely, having composed himself.

"First, I need the killer's personal belongings, preferably hair. This is the medium, and this is necessary regardless of whether you choose the first or the second option."

Upon hearing this, the two suddenly realized that such a request was reasonable.

"If you choose the third option, then there is one more condition: you must find a patient you consider the most cruel and torturous. I will use a medium to transfer the patient's illness to the murderer. Of course, this will incur an extra fee."

The father and daughter could understand the first half of the sentence, but they were a little confused by the second half. Why were they being charged money again?

"Of course I have to charge money. I can't work for free! The patient's illness has been transferred and healed, so of course I have to charge money. Isn't that reasonable? Of course, it's the same as charging after the service."

"That makes sense, that makes sense..."

The father and daughter stared wide-eyed. Jiang Haichao's voice even changed as he spoke. It was simply unbelievable.

"Master, may I ask, is any kind of illness acceptable? Even congenital diseases?" Jiang Haichao asked.

"Of course not," Shen Qingzhou said.

The father and daughter felt relieved upon hearing this, thinking that it was true, how could it be possible to cure every disease? However, at the same time, they also felt a slight sense of disappointment.

Shen Qingzhou continued, "Whether it's a congenital disability or an acquired disability, it's definitely not acceptable. If someone is missing an arm or a leg, I can't make it grow back. Everything else is fine."

"That's...that's..."

Shen Qingzhou's words excited the father and daughter again, as it meant that he could cure any incurable disease except for disabilities.

"Alright, you all go and prepare. Come find me when you're ready. As for finding the child's remains, we'll do that together then."

"Okay, okay..." The father and daughter quickly stood up. Jiang Xinyue was still holding Xiao Qiu tightly, but unfortunately, the incense stick they had just lit was almost gone.

"Yes, Master, I'd like to ask how much the patient will pay you?" Jiang Haichao asked.

"We'll see when the time comes," Shen Qingzhou said, waving his hand.

However, upon hearing this, Jiang Haichao's face showed a hint of worry.

Seeing this, Shen Qingzhou smiled and said, "When I said I'd take a look, I really meant I'd take a look. If the patient's family is wealthy, I'll definitely ask for more. If the patient's family is poor, I'll naturally ask for less. In short, it will definitely be within my budget."

"The master is benevolent and righteous."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Haichao actually clasped his hands in a fist salute to Shen Qingzhou.

Then, glancing at the nearly burnt incense on the table, he asked, "Can we take the child with us back?"

"Of course, but she will disappear after this incense burns out," Shen Qingzhou said.

"I know that, Master. Then we won't take up any more of your time. Let's go back and prepare." Upon hearing this, Jiang Haichao stopped delaying and turned to pull Jiang Xinyue out.

Before he even reached the door, he said directly, "Give me a hug for Xiao Qiu."

Although Jiang Xinyue was somewhat reluctant, she still handed Xiao Qiu to Jiang Haichao.

Grandpa.

Xiao Qiu hugged Jiang Haichao's neck and let out a pitiful cry, which broke his heart.

He took Xiao Qiu and went downstairs without stopping.

The reason he asked his daughter to let him hold Xiao Qiu was partly due to his longing for his granddaughter, and partly because he wanted to verify whether what he was seeing was an illusion manipulated by incense offerings or something real.

So as soon as he came downstairs, he encountered a passerby and immediately stopped him, smiling broadly, and said, "Brother, isn't my granddaughter cute? Doesn't she look like me?"

The old man, who had just returned from his workout, was a little confused, thinking the old man was out of his mind, but he still nodded and said, "She is quite cute, but how does she resemble you? She looks more like her mother."

After the old man finished speaking, he glanced at Jiang Xinyue beside him, then asked Xiao Qiu, who was being held in his arms, "Little sister, what's your name? How old are you?"

Before Xiao Qiu could answer, Jiang Haichao picked up the child and left, leaving the old man standing there bewildered. After a long while, he finally said, "Crazy."

"What a pity for that child..."