Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

Shen Qingzhou was not at all surprised by Jiang Xinyue's excessive emotions.

Because there are even more extreme reactions than hers. Some family members, after hearing the tragic news, didn't waste any words and immediately threw punches.

"You bastard, you look so respectable, yet you cursed my daughter! How could I have believed you and come back with you? You liar..." Jiang Xinyue continued angrily.

But as she said this, a sudden thought struck her: Right, we're still on their territory. If I anger them, who knows what they might do? I, a woman, would be in danger.

Thinking of this, he shut his mouth and watched Shen Qingzhou sitting across the table warily, ready to run out at any moment.

"Go ahead and curse, why have you stopped?"

Shen Qingzhou propped his feet up on the table, picked up a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and leisurely exhaled a smoke ring.

The smoke ring, like a lock, swayed and landed on Xiao Qiu, who was standing there dumbfounded.

The little guy was a bit terrified by his mother's hysterical appearance and stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

Jiang Xinyue, having calmed down, also came to her senses.

"What do you mean by that? If you don't explain yourself, I'm calling the police right now."

Jiang Xinyue stared at Shen Qingzhou with a wary expression.

She suppressed the urge to turn and leave. Although the other person had cursed her daughter, he was now the only one who might know about her daughter, so she still held a sliver of hope.

Then the other person blew a smoke ring. The smoke ring was very strange. It swayed and drifted to the side, turning into a thin waterfall of smoke that slowly spread from top to bottom.

And in the swirling smoke, a small figure slowly emerged from what was once an empty space—it was her daughter, Xiao Qiu, whom she had been longing for day and night.

The little guy's big, watery eyes were filled with tears, his little mouth was pouting, and he looked at her with a pitiful expression.

In that instant, she felt her heart break.

"Xiao Qiu".

At that moment, Jiang Xinyue had no time to think; all her rationality was instantly overwhelmed by ecstasy and longing.

She screamed and lunged forward recklessly, her waist and abdomen slamming hard against the hard edge of the table. Shen Qingzhou felt pain for her.

Undeterred, she reached out and grabbed her daughter through the smoke, across the cluttered table.

"Mother."

When Xiao Qiu saw that her mother had finally noticed her, her grievances vanished instantly, and her little face lit up with surprise as she stretched out her chubby little hand towards Jiang Xinyue.

Jiang Xinyue was so excited that her face flushed and her breathing became so rapid that she almost suffocated. But just as her fingertips were about to touch her daughter, the thin smoke completely dissipated, and her daughter disappeared as well, as if everything had just been an illusion.

"Where did you take your daughter? Give her back to me..."

Jiang Xinyue went even crazier, frantically tearing at Shen Qingzhou across the table.

Shen Qingzhou, who was sitting with her legs crossed, was also startled. She almost burned herself with the cigarette in her mouth. After a flurry of activity, she managed to steady herself and avoid falling.

"Pfft~ Hehe..."

His appearance made Xiao Qiu, who still had tears in her eyes, laugh.

Jiang Xinyue didn't laugh, but stared intently at Shen Qingzhou. By now, she had calmed down a bit.

She couldn't figure out what had just happened. It didn't feel like a hallucination; the feeling was too real. She even heard her daughter call her "Mom."

But what if that really is a daughter...?

Based on what the other party had said before, she had a very bad feeling, but she dared not think about it too deeply. As soon as she had even the slightest thought, her heart would clench with pain.

Shen Qingzhou straightened his clothes, sat up straight again, took a deep drag on his cigarette, which was about to go out, and rekindled it. He let out a long sigh, and the gray smoke spread in the air.

Shen Qingzhou's entire face was shrouded in smoke, making his appearance blurry. Jiang Xinyue subconsciously glanced at Shen Qingzhou's right side again, but this time there was nothing there.

"One hundred thousand yuan?" Shen Qingzhou asked.

"What?"

Jiang Xinyue was so excited that she didn't come to her senses for a moment.

But he quickly realized what was going on and immediately said, "As long as the clues are useful, I will naturally give you 100,000 as a reward, and I will never go back on my word."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingzhou withdrew his gaze, reached out and opened the drawer next to him, taking out a piece of yellow paper and a pair of scissors.

Shen Qingzhou picked up the yellow paper, then with a few quick snips of the scissors, cut it into a small figure the size of a palm, her movements very fluid.

Then he spread it out on the table, picked up a worn-out brush next to him, stirred it casually in the nearly dried ink, and wrote the three big characters "Qiu Xiaoman" on the yellow paper.

Then he turned over and looked up at Jiang Xinyue standing across the table.

What's your birthday?

September 18, 2020.

"Lunar calendar?"

"Gregorian calendar".

"So that was the 26th day of the third month of the Gengzi year?"

Jiang Xinyue was taken aback upon hearing this, and while she was still silently calculating whether it was March 26th, Shen Qingzhou had already picked up his pen and written it down.

But Shen Qingzhou did not stop there. Instead, he filled the spaces between the small yellow paper figures with many runes, each the size of a tadpole, drawn with fluid strokes without the slightest pause.

Seeing his actions, Jiang Xinyue couldn't help but feel a little strange. She thought she must have encountered a charlatan, but she also felt a little unwilling and a little expectant, which is why she didn't turn around and leave.

Moreover, those runes didn't look like they were just randomly drawn; they had an indescribable beauty.

After doing all that, Shen Qingzhou took out an incense stick from the side, lit it with the cigarette butt in his hand, and then pressed it into the ashtray next to him.

Jiang Xinyue glanced at it; the ashtray was full of upright cigarette butts, like a British feast.

When Xiao Qiu saw Shen Qingzhou light incense, she immediately stuck her little head over again.

"This isn't for you." Shen Qingzhou reached out and pushed her little head away.

Jiang Xinyue could tell from his tone and actions that there really was someone right next to her.

It was obvious who this "person" was, since she had just caught a glimpse of him, but she still suppressed her doubts.

Waiting for the other party's move, wanting to see what they wanted to do, I remained vigilant, my hand still inside my pocket.

At this moment, Shen Qingzhou picked up the paper figure on the table, held it between his index and middle fingers, and circled the incense stick three times counterclockwise while chanting incantations.

"Paper is flesh and blood, ink is sinew, the soul returns here, borrowing form to establish itself, I obey the decree, borrowing the false for the true..."

Then, with a flick of his finger, a palm-sized paper figure landed on the table. The paper figure seemed to come alive, standing with its hands on its hips and taking a couple of steps on the table.

Jiang Xinyue was stunned and turned to run away. This was too bizarre and filled her with fear.

But at that moment, the paper figure suddenly leaped up and pounced on the empty space to its right.

Then a little girl appeared, clutching the corner of the table, tears streaming down her face, curiously examining the tabletop, her little hands constantly touching it, as if wondering where the paper figure had gone.

Jiang Xinyue, who had originally turned to run away, was instantly frozen in place.

Because that little girl was her daughter, Xiao Qiu.