Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

Shen Qingzhou carefully made her way back to the firm, and thankfully, nothing happened along the way.

When they arrived at the office, they saw Jiang Xinyue had somehow gotten hold of a laptop and was intently looking at the screen.

Upon seeing Shen Qingzhou return, she immediately stood up.

"Boss, I just went home, and I got this from home..." Jiang Xinyue said.

"You go about your business, I'm going to my room. Don't bother me until I come out on my own," Shen Qingzhou said.

"it is good."

Jiang Xinyue nodded and sat back down in her seat.

Then, watching Shen Qingzhou walk into the second bedroom with a somber expression, I wondered what had happened.

Entering the bedroom, Shen Qingzhou reached out and turned on the light.

The dim red light from the CD player dispelled the darkness in the room, but it also seemed to veil the room in a thin, hazy light.

Shen Qingzhou walked straight to the offering table, took down the incense burner, and pulled out three sticks of incense from a hidden compartment in the table.

This incense is completely different from the usual incense offered for worship. The incense stick is a dark blood red color, and you can smell a faint rusty smell when you get close to it. It is almost twice as thick as ordinary incense sticks, and there are also fine lines that are difficult to see with the naked eye engraved on the incense stick.

Shen Qingzhou, holding the incense burner, sat cross-legged on the prayer mat in front of the offering table.

He first inserted three incense sticks into the incense burner, then flipped his fingertips and picked up a yellow paper figure that had been prepared beforehand.

The paper figure was completely covered with runes, which were as fine as ant legs and as dense as a spider web. Not to mention the naked eye, even with a magnifying glass, it was difficult to distinguish the movement of each stroke. Just one glance was enough to make people feel dizzy.

Then, he took out a red string, and with a few deft movements of his fingers, he tied one end firmly to the paper figure's neck and the other end to the ends of three incense sticks.

The moment the knot was tied, an identical red mark appeared out of thin air on Shen Qingzhou's neck, as thin as a bloodstain, clinging tightly to his skin, as if the red rope was wrapped around his neck.

He picked up a yellow talisman from the side, flicked his wrist, and the talisman spontaneously combusted without fire.

The orange-red flames licked the yellow paper, swirling out wisps of smoke. Shen Qingzhou suddenly opened his mouth and inhaled, and the dancing flames and swirling smoke were drawn in by an invisible force, all rushing into his mouth and nose.

In that instant, his skin glowed with a faint golden sheen, and the hint of evil between his brows and eyes vanished completely, replaced by a solemn yet aloof divinity, like a statue of a deity sitting in a temple, clearly right in front of you, yet separated by a thousand-foot cloud, making people dare not look directly at him.

Immediately afterwards, he opened his mouth and spat out a burst of flames mixed with smoke, instantly igniting the three incense sticks opposite him.

The moment the three incense sticks were lit, three thick wisps of smoke, black with a hint of dark red, surged out, like three living serpents. They first coiled and intertwined in the void, then, as if they had identified their target, rushed towards Shen Qingzhou, wrapping around his limbs, torso, and neck.

Amidst the swirling smoke, the figure sitting cross-legged on the futon gradually blurred, as if the whole person had melted into the smoke. Although it was in this cramped room, it was as if the person was sitting on a high throne of the underworld, mysterious, solemn, and with a sense of oppression that made it hard to breathe.

Shen Qingzhou's consciousness was stretched infinitely, and her soul was pulled out of her body. She could only feel the shadowy figures around her, but when she tried to see them clearly, they were all blurry.

Although my feet were on a dirt road, I didn't feel any solid ground beneath my feet. My body felt as light as a wisp of smoke, and I just knew to move forward aimlessly, without knowing where I was going.

Just then, several red lines appeared in front of Shen Qingzhou, as if pointing him in the right direction. Without thinking, he followed one of them and "drifted" forward.

This was an extremely long process, so long that Shen Qingzhou's consciousness gradually began to blur, and he almost forgot why he came here. Finally, he saw the end of the first red line.

Then he saw a "mirror" floating in mid-air, and what appeared on the mirror was the life of Su Xi's husband, Li Yunsheng.

Li Yunsheng stood in front of the mirror in a daze, and the red line extended from the back of his neck.

Shen Qingzhou stood beside him for a while and watched, but Li Yunsheng was completely unaware of it, as if his mind had been completely taken over by the mirror.

Shen Qingzhou ignored him and found another red thread to continue walking forward.

This time, the time was very short. It was Green Turtle's wife. At this moment, she was no longer as crazy as before. She just stood quietly in front of the mirror, watching her life. However, her life was much more exciting and wonderful. Shen Qingzhou almost didn't want to leave.

But he never forgot his purpose and found another red thread to continue forward. This time it was another long journey. He didn't know how long he walked. He walked until he almost lost himself and became a wandering soul. He walked until he felt cold all over and his soul seemed to be frozen by this silent space. Finally, he arrived at his destination.

This time, it wasn't in front of a mirror, but in a pool of water, and the red line extended into the pool.

The pool was quite large, several tens of feet in size, and there was more than one such pool, large and small, densely scattered across this land.

Shen Qingzhou hesitated for a while by the pool, but finally gritted her teeth and followed the red line into the pool.

The water in the pool wasn't cold; instead, it carried a warm, gentle feeling. At that moment, his soul seemed to be cleansed, becoming purer and clearer. Just as Shen Qingzhou wanted to go deeper, the water in the pool suddenly surged, transforming into a ferocious jackal that lunged at him.

Before the jackals even got close, just being targeted made Shen Qingzhou feel a chill run down his spine and a sharp pain shoot through his body.

Just then, Shen Qingzhou's neck suddenly tilted back. It turned out that there was also a red line on the back of his neck, which suddenly tightened and pulled it out of the pool.

Then, like a kite being pulled by its string, he floated backward. The jackals did not give up and continued to rush towards him, stepping on the water. They were so fast that only a blur could be seen.

But once Shen Qingzhou left the pool and came a short distance from the shore, the jackals seemed to lose their power and turned back into the water.

But this was not the end. The originally dark sky suddenly began to flash with lightning and thunder, and bolts of lightning flicked their tongues, "licking" at Shen Qingzhou, who was retreating rapidly.

Several times he was almost hit by the blow, which nearly grazed his nose, but fortunately he retreated very quickly.

Even so, the aftershocks of the lightning still caused him harm and brought him great pain.

Even so, Shen Qingzhou kept her eyes wide open, her mouth tightly shut, and her teeth clenched, without uttering a single cry of pain.

Until my body jolted violently, I was pulled out of that weightless state.

Shen Qingzhou, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, suddenly opened her eyes.

Then he directly overturned the incense burner in front of him, poured out all the incense ash, and spat out a mouthful of "pool water" into the incense burner.

He then collapsed to the side, his body convulsing uncontrollably, as if he were having an epileptic seizure, and countless runes began to emerge from his skin.

The three extinguished incense sticks next to him were burning right up to the red string, and the paper figure at the other end was charred black, as if it had been burned.

"Hehe~ Hehehe..."

Despite being in excruciating pain, Shen Qingzhou let out a low laugh.

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