Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

Seeing Shen Qingzhou standing still, observing carefully, Jiang Xinyue felt a sudden jolt of hope.

The reason for this reaction is that in the past, pedestrians who received the flyers would either glance at them politely before throwing them away, or not even bother to look at them.

People like the one in front of us who stopped to take a closer look are very rare. Logically speaking, it's highly likely that the other person has seen their daughter somewhere before.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xinyue forcibly suppressed her excitement and stepped forward nervously, saying, "Sir, where...where did you see the child in the flyer?"

When she said this, she stared intently at the other person, afraid that they would shake their head.

Each disappointment was like a dull knife piercing her chest, tearing her heart to pieces and causing her excruciating pain.

This time, however, the other person didn't shake their head, but they also didn't give her a definite answer. Instead, they looked up at her with a strange expression.

"Are you her mother?" Shen Qingzhou asked.

The woman in front of me was petite and had a beautiful face, but she looked haggard, with an indescribable weariness hidden in her eyes. She looked like a piece of porcelain that had been broken and barely pieced back together, exuding a sense of fragility. She appeared to be no more than thirty years old.

"Yes, my child got lost on the overpass, right here..." the woman said, pointing to the bridge with some emotion.

"Really? How could you be so careless?"

"I made a phone call, and in the blink of an eye, she disappeared."

The woman's voice already carried a hint of a sob as she spoke.

"Have you seen her? If you have, give me a clue. I'll give you 100,000 yuan as a reward once I find my daughter." The woman looked at Shen Qingzhou with hopeful eyes.

"One hundred thousand yuan?"

Shen Qingzhou was slightly tempted, but seeing the woman's haggard appearance, he swallowed his words.

She didn't know there was still some hope for her daughter; if she had known her daughter was dead, she probably wouldn't have survived.

So he said, "I'd love to make that money, but unfortunately, I've never seen it before."

Shen Qingzhou shoved the missing person notice back into the other person's hand.

Then he turned and left without looking back.

Jiang Xinyue stared blankly at the other person, a huge disappointment welling up in her heart, her hands and feet instantly turning cold, but she quickly felt relieved, because this was not the first time, and she had become accustomed to disappointment time and time again.

But her stomach started rumbling, and she experienced a sharp pain in her abdomen. This wasn't because she had a problem with her intestines, but rather because of the stress response caused by disappointment, anxiety, and panic.

This disease is incurable unless she comes to terms with it herself or finds her daughter.

So Jiang Xinyue leaned on the overpass railing and rested for a while before the cramping pain slowly subsided.

After walking to the other end of the human-shaped pedestrian bridge, Shen Qingzhou couldn't help but look back one last time.

The woman was leaning against the railing, looking as if she was about to fall, but the hurried passersby didn't give her a second glance, making her appear even more lonely and desolate.

"Damn it~" Shen Qingzhou cursed under his breath.

"If you're still here when I come back tonight, it means we're destined to meet, so I'll lend you a hand..." Shen Qingzhou whispered.

"I'm still too kind, sigh~, I won't make money this way."

Shen Qingzhou hurriedly went down the stairs.

In the evening, Yihong Lane was dimly lit, and the roadside was littered with garbage. Standing at the beginning of the lane, you could smell the stench emanating from the pile of garbage at the end of the lane.

The alley is lined with low, single-story houses, and I don't know how many years they've been there.

Few people walk here; the case of the female college student who slit her throat occurred here.

The reason why the female college student would pass through here is because two kilometers away at one end of this alley is the Teachers' College of Huinan City, and the victim was a college student at the Teachers' College.

On the other end is the famous Binjiang Park in Huinan City.

To take a shortcut, students often use this alley to travel between the school and the park.

Shen Qingzhou came to this place because the two places where people most often stay after they die unjustly are the crime scene and their own home.

The reason why they stay at the scene of the crime is because the person who died unjustly is bound to the place where he was killed because of unfulfilled wishes or hatred in his heart. They are the legendary earthbound spirits.

Going home is perfectly normal; home is not only a physical dwelling, but also a haven for the soul.

Therefore, when people die and become ghosts, their subconscious instinct is to go home first.

Shen Qingzhou walked from one end of the alley to the other, but did not find the female college student's ghost. It seemed that she had not become a bound spirit.

It seems the other person has gone home.

This is a bit troublesome, because the female college student is not from Huinan City, so to find her, she will probably have to go to another province.

Shen Qingzhou didn't want to go that far, so he took out a cigarette and lit it. Then, he pulled out three incense sticks from somewhere, lit them, and stuck them into the cracks by the roadside.

He muttered incantations: "Incense is the catalyst; all requests will be granted..."

This time, the wisps of incense smoke were different from those in the morning. Like a serpent, it coiled in the air for a while, then suddenly pierced the void, weaving a long path of smoke that did not dissipate, before finally disappearing into the void.

In the blink of an eye, the phantom of an old woman appeared and disappeared from the wisps of smoke.

The old woman in front of Shen Qingzhou was dressed in a very old-fashioned style. She wore a plain-colored jacket with a diagonal front and Chinese knot buttons, black baggy pants, and a pair of faded black canvas shoes.

She had been dead for an unknown period of time, and her soul was extremely unstable, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind at any moment.

She looked Shen Qingzhou up and down, a hint of surprise on her face: "So you're a powerful sorcerer, and so young. That's quite remarkable."

"Oh, Grandma, have you met other monks?" Shen Qingzhou asked, intrigued.

Upon hearing this, the old woman nodded and said, "I saw it when I was young, but I don't know if it had any real skills. But after Liberation, who would dare to do these things..."

Shen Qingzhou didn't dwell on the issue and asked again, "Mother-in-law, I called you here because I wanted to ask you about something."

"Oh, what is it?" The old woman asked with a smile, looking very kind.

"Did you know that there was a murder here last month?"

After Shen Qingzhou finished speaking, he stared intently at the other person.

"Of course I know that. There were a lot of police officers there that day," the old woman said.

"Did you see the killer? Do you know what he looks like?" Shen Qingzhou continued to press.

"Of course I saw it. That killer was ruthless. He slit the little girl's throat with one knife. I was so scared that I stood there, too terrified to move. I even forgot that I was a ghost..." The old woman kept talking nonstop.

But Shen Qingzhou just stared at him coldly without interrupting.

The mother-in-law started to feel guilty, and her voice grew softer and softer until it was completely inaudible.

Shen Qingzhou then rebuked, "Nonsense!"

"No, no, what I said is true," the mother-in-law quickly retorted.

"To be honest, you know I'm a powerful sorcerer, so you should know I have plenty of ways to deal with you," Shen Qingzhou said calmly.

Upon hearing this, the mother-in-law stared blankly at Shen Qingzhou for a long while before shaking her head.