Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

"Is it you?"

Tang Yonghui was filled with disbelief. The person who poured dirty water and dumped garbage in front of his house every day was actually his best friend.

He was stunned for a moment, and Xue Xiaozhou took the opportunity to push him away. He got up and tried to run away, but Tang Yonghui grabbed his leg tightly.

"Don't run away! Explain yourself, Xue Xiaozhou. What has my family done to wrong you...? You...you..."

Tang Yonghui, who was originally bursting with anger, suddenly stopped speaking, and the originally clear scenery around him began to blur and distort.

"Yonghui~"

Tang Shaoyou, caught up in his concern, forgot that what was happening in front of him was not reality and instinctively wanted to step forward, but was pulled back by Shen Qingzhou.

It was only then that Tang Shaoyou realized that none of this was real.

At this moment, Xue Xiaozhou broke free from Tang Yonghui's restraints and rushed downstairs like a madman. On the way, she tripped and fell heavily to the ground, clearly having suffered a serious fall.

Tang Yonghui stood up in a daze and staggered down the steps to go home.

The night, which was originally bright and clear, was now pitch black, so dark that it seemed impossible to see through.

The stairwell resembled a gaping maw, as if it were about to swallow people into endless darkness.

Something seemed to be watching from the shadows, and the air felt so thick it was hard to breathe.

Jiang Haichao and Tang Shaoyou felt a chill run down their spines and instinctively moved closer to Shen Qingzhou.

"Step back a bit..."

Shen Qingzhou chased the two away with a look of disgust.

He didn't like any men getting close, whether in front of him or behind him, especially the two old men.

"Yonghui, wake up and have breakfast..."

"Huh? Tang Yonghui, what are you doing lying here...?"

"What's wrong with my son? What's wrong with my son? Did he hurt his brain? Why can't he wake up...?"

"His head is burning hot; he must have caught a chill. Let's try giving him some fever-reducing medicine..."

"Yonghui, wake up, don't scare your mother..."

"Get him to the hospital, quick, get him to the hospital..."

"Doctor, how is my son...?"

"Yonghui, my son, why did things turn out like this..."

……

Countless cacophony of sounds came from beyond the darkness, like radio signals, some intermittent, yet each word clear...

Tang Shaoyou's face turned very ugly, because this was exactly what had happened back then.

This shows that Tang Yonghui actually heard what they were saying, but he just couldn't wake up.

Because he was trapped in darkness.

Tang Yonghui was still walking home, but even though it was only a few meters away, it took him more than ten minutes to reach his doorstep.

He couldn't stop even if he wanted to, because his arm felt like it was being pulled forward by something...

Endless forward...

What's more terrifying than ghosts and monsters in the world is never the visible fear, but the boundless, silent nothingness where even a struggle goes unheard...

Tang Yonghui was trapped in this dark corridor, endlessly being dragged forward by "someone." As time passed, fear began to spread in his heart. He screamed and tried to break free from their control, but it seemed to have little effect...

This feeling of fear spread like a tide throughout the corridor, and the three people following behind Shen Qingzhou also felt it as well.

Tang Shaoyou could no longer bear to see his son suffer like this, so he bypassed Shen Qingzhou and chased after him.

"Yonghui... Yonghui... Bang..."

Tang Shaoyou felt his knee hit something, and he gasped in pain.

When he came to his senses, he found that it was broad daylight, there was no night, no passageway, and no sign of his son, Tang Yonghui.

He was still standing in the room, his leg having just bumped into the edge of the bed.

"Old Tang, are you alright?" Jiang Haichao asked with concern.

He also came to his senses at this moment and hurriedly stepped forward to support Tang Shaoyou's arm.

But Tang Shaoyou broke free from Jiang Haichao's arm, limped over to Shen Qingzhou, and grabbed his arm.

Shen Qingzhou was taking out a cigarette to light it when he was pulled so hard that the cigarette almost hit his chin.

"Master, master, please save my Yonghui... I'll give you money... please..."

The usually refined Tang Shaoyou now appeared somewhat deranged, and he bent his knees as if to kneel down before Shen Qingzhou.

But at that moment, his elbow was supported by a hand, and then, as if supporting a chick, he was lifted up and could not kneel down.

"No need to kneel, just give me money."

Shen Qingzhou put the cigarette back in his mouth, lit it, and gently exhaled smoke rings.

"I'll give it to you, Master. Just name your price. As long as it can save my son, I'll sell the house to raise the money for you."

Tang Shaoyou said that because the most valuable thing in his family was that house.

"Don't worry, I run a legitimate business, and my fees are all within a reasonable range. I definitely won't bankrupt you. That wouldn't be saving your son; it would be ruining your whole family. I won't ask for too much for this order, just 100,000 yuan. You should be able to come up with 100,000 yuan, right?"

"Yes, yes, we can still come up with 100,000 yuan. Thank you, Master, thank you..."

Upon hearing this, Tang Shaoyou expressed his deepest gratitude. Compared to saving his son, the 100,000 yuan was really not much.

Moreover, over the years, because they have a mentally challenged son, the elderly couple have been frugal and have managed to save some money in order to prepare for future difficulties.

At this moment, Tang Shaoyou was extremely agitated, to the point of near madness. He would have agreed to Shen Qingzhou's offer of one million, let alone one hundred thousand.

He didn't have much hope for the so-called master introduced by Jiang Haichao. After all, he had consulted many so-called masters over the years, but repeated disappointments had made them give up any hope. To put it bluntly, they had resigned themselves to their fate.

But just as they were about to drown, they saw a lifeline, and in their despair, they saw hope again. It would be strange if they didn't go crazy.

Shen Qingzhou didn't say anything more, and directly took out a paper figure cut from yellow paper.

Then he blew a smoke ring toward the seat at the next table, and a faint shadowy figure immediately appeared on the previously empty seat. Who else could it be but Tang Yonghui?

He was sitting at the table, looking down at his hands with a blank expression, as if wondering about something.

Shen Qingzhou stuck out his tongue and licked the yellow paper figure in his hand, then slapped him on the forehead.

Then Tang Yonghui disappeared, leaving only a yellow paper figure that floated down onto the dilapidated chair.

Tang Shaoyou and Jiang Haichao's lips twitched as they watched. Was it really that casual?

Shen Qingzhou picked up the paper figure, waved it in his hand, and said in a relaxed tone, "Alright, let's go back now. Tang Yonghui will wake up soon."

"This...this is it?" Jiang Haichao asked in surprise.

Tang Shaoyou was equally surprised; there were still many things he hadn't figured out.

Although they knew that Tang Yonghui had been harmed by the Xue family, they had no idea how or why they had harmed him, or what was going on with Xue Xiaozhou's grandmother.

Countless mysteries remain unsolved.

"Otherwise what? Didn't you ask me to treat the person who was possessed by evil spirits? As long as the person is cured, that's all that matters to me. He's not my son." Shen Qingzhou said indifferently.

He pocketed the paper figure and walked straight outside.

Jiang Haichao: ...

Tang Shaoyou looked at Jiang Haichao for help, his eyes pleading. He wanted Jiang Haichao to say a few good words for him.

On the one hand, it was because they wanted to find out the reason, and on the other hand, it was because they were unwilling to accept it.

My son has recovered, but he has lost more than ten years of his youth and his life is completely ruined. How can we just let it go like this?

Jiang Haichao glanced at Tang Shaoyou, thought for a moment, and said, "We can add money."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingzhou, who had just reached the door, immediately turned around.

Seeing Shen Qingzhou stop, Tang Shaoyou quickly said, "Yes, I can add money, add 50,000, no, add another 100,000."

"Heh, boss, I'm not that kind of person. Tell me, what else do you want me to do?"

Shen Qingzhou had a bright smile on her face.

"Well……"