Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

When the green-haired turtle saw Shen Qingzhou casually grasp the blade, it was startled, but it did not panic.

This is an illusion, his home turf.

Here, he is a god; with a single thought, all things can be born and perish.

It's so simple, it only takes one thought.

As the saying goes, the bolder the person, the greater the harvest.

Placed within this illusion, it becomes the most authentic depiction.

Everything before him was formed from his memories and obsessions, and everything was subject to his will.

So even when the blade was casually grasped, he was not afraid at all; instead, a ferocious smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

The cleaver in his palm instantly transformed into a sharp iron hook, viciously hooking towards the back of Shen Qingzhou's hand.

But the next moment, Shen Qingzhou grabbed the iron hook with his other hand.

Since everything before us is a manifestation of will, then Shen Qingzhou's will is also a will.

He could do exactly the same thing as the green-haired turtle if he wanted to.

However, Green Turtle was a murderer who killed and dismembered his wife, and his mind was already twisted and abnormal, far beyond that of an ordinary person.

His body suddenly twisted, and his mouth opened wider and wider, like a giant python opening its bloody maw to devour Shen Qingzhou.

He wanted to devour Shen Qingzhou whole.

Just as his neck stretched out and his mouth opened wide, Shen Qingzhou suddenly saw a human face deep in his throat.

It was a boy, who was desperately opening his mouth wide, calling for help.

"Help me, uncle, help me..."

The boy's face was contorted, he screamed pitifully, his face covered in snot and tears, his eyes full of pleading, but deep in his eyes there was a hint of malice that sent chills down one's spine.

"I won't save him." Shen Qingzhou frowned and immediately cursed, "How old are you? And you still call me 'uncle'? Am I that old?"

The boy inside the green-haired turtle's throat froze instantly.

This person... is he out of his mind?

Shen Qingzhou looked up at the green-haired turtle and said with disdain, "You're so indiscriminate in your eating. Look at him, all snot and tears, how could you bring yourself to eat him? Just like your wife."

The green-haired turtle did not answer. Its blood-red eyes burned like flames, and its dense black energy surged wildly around it, causing its form to change once again.

Previously dressed casually in an executive jacket, looking like a beast of burden, he has now changed into a raincoat, transforming into a rainy night butcher.

Thick blood mist condensed on the raincoat, and blood dripped continuously from the hem, accumulating into a dark red pool at the feet.

He held a knife in one hand and a human head in the other.

That severed head belonged to his wife.

His face was stiff, and two lines of bloody tears hung from the corners of his eyes, making him look incredibly miserable.

The green-haired tortoise gave Shen Qingzhou a sinister smile, then suddenly hurled the severed head in its hand at him, followed closely by slashing wildly with its knife.

"I'm so miserable... I'm so miserable... Help me, help me..."

The head, which had been expressionless, flew into the air and suddenly spoke in human language, its mournful pleas piercing the eardrums.

But Shen Qingzhou was cold-hearted and hard as iron, and kicked the head away.

Then, with a flick of her wrist, her movements as light as a butterfly flitting among flowers, she firmly gripped the blade again, followed by a punch that slammed into the green-haired turtle's face.

His cheekbones instantly caved in.

"You think it's scary?"

"You want to chop someone up, huh?"

"Is that all you've got?"

Is there any point in going over and over again?

……

While angrily rebuking him, Shen Qingzhou punched and unleashed a barrage of attacks on the green-haired turtle, like a pile driver on a construction site.

With each punch, tiny runes, like drops of ink, would appear between the elbow and the back of the fingers, flashing by in an instant.

It was precisely because of this rune that every punch landed, causing the green-haired turtle excruciating pain, its body convulsing like a dying fish, limp and powerless.

Shen Qingzhou finally tore his lips apart, reached into his mouth, and forcibly pulled a person out.

It was the boy who had just cried for help from his throat.

But as soon as the boy broke free, he pounced on Shen Qingzhou like a mad dog that had lost its mind, clearly having been completely enslaved and controlled by the green-haired turtle.

Shen Qingzhou showed no mercy and punched him in the face, smashing half of his head in the process.

Although the punch didn't completely shatter his spirit, it was enough to instantly bring him to his senses and awaken his fear.

The boy screamed and ran frantically towards the outside, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Shen Qingzhou didn't stop. He reached into the depths of the green-haired turtle's throat again, and with a flick of his finger, pulled out two figures tightly embracing each other.

They were an elderly couple, their necks touching, their eyes closed, their bodies ethereal and their consciousness so faint as to be almost gone.

Shen Qingzhou put them aside and reached out again, completely mistaking the green-haired turtle for a broken sack.

However, he actually pulled another person out of the green-haired turtle's throat. It was the green-haired turtle's wife. She was completely naked, and although she hadn't lost consciousness, she had gone completely insane.

She kept giggling foolishly and kept apologizing and begging for forgiveness.

Shen Qingzhou found her annoying and glared at her, but she actually started performing acrobatics.

He lay down on the ground, legs spread wide in a V-shape...

Then she lowered her head and lifted her buttocks, pretending to be a puppy...

A moment later, she knelt on the ground, rubbing her chest with both hands...

A moment later, the puppy stood on one leg and peed...

……

Shen Qingzhou was filled with admiration. This woman not only possessed many acrobatic skills, but also knew ventriloquism.

"Don't look, don't look, you're not allowed to look at my wife..."

Because Shen Qingzhou was distracted by observing the woman's skills, his hands inevitably relaxed a bit, which allowed the green-haired turtle to recover and immediately let out a miserable scream, even more miserable than when Shen Qingzhou had just hit him, as if his whole body was about to crack open.

"What's wrong with you? I just glanced at you a couple of times, and you're acting all petty. You were quite generous when I first arrived, weren't you?"

Shen Qingzhou lifted the green-haired turtle with one hand, shaking it a few times in the air as if it were a dead fish.

In fact, Shen Qingzhou could understand to some extent. After all, what he had just seen were just fragments of Green Turtle's memories, while the one in front of him now was his real wife.

However, the green-haired turtle could no longer answer Shen Qingzhou's question. Shen Qingzhou's punches just now were not for nothing. The attacks were seasoned and would cause great damage to the soul. After so many punches, the green-haired turtle was already crippled.

Of course, this refers to the incompleteness of the soul. The green-haired turtle, which was originally solid in soul, surrounded by surging black energy and was very majestic, is now really as thin as a tattered sack, which would dissipate with a gust of wind.

However, it would be a pity to completely destroy him; even a useless person has value.

Shen Qingzhou took out several paper figures that he had prepared in advance from his pocket, flicked his finger, and the paper figures immediately flew through the air like birds flying into the forest, each landing on a ghost.

The moment the paper figures touched, the four ghosts vanished from the room, leaving only four paper figures that gently fell to the ground.