Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

Back in the car, Shen Qingzhou didn't hesitate this time and drove directly onto the stone bridge.

"What did you just say?" Yang Xiaoyong pressed.

"It's nothing."

However, Shen Qingzhou was very curious about why Yang Xiaoyong was in this line of work, as he really didn't know anything about it.

He shouldn't be called Yang Xiaoyong, he should be called Yang Chaoyong.

"Because of money, of course. What else could it be? My second uncle is in this line of work. He's my mentor. This is called inheritance, you know?" Yang Xiaoyong seemed to have a high degree of identification with his profession.

"This belongs to folk customs and traditional cultural heritage. I think it should be eligible for intangible cultural heritage status," Yang Xiaoyong said incessantly.

But once they crossed the bridge and entered the village, he suddenly stopped talking about these random things.

Seemingly noticing Shen Qingzhou's confusion, he said calmly, "That's called professionalism."

Shen Qingzhou had to give him a thumbs up; he truly loved what he did.

"The Lin family is a prominent surname in the Huaqiao Town area. It's not just Linjiatun village that has the surname Lin; there are several other villages around it where most people share the surname Lin, and their ancestors were related in some way."

Shen Qingzhou wasn't surprised by this, since Yang Xiaoyong had previously said that half of Huaqiao Town used to belong to the Lin family.

In the past, family reproduction was of paramount importance. The Lin family was wealthy and had no worries about feeding their members. After a few generations, they could "reproduce" enough people to fill an entire village.

However, Linjiatun in front of us looks very dilapidated and desolate, with almost all the doors tightly closed.

"They've all gone out to work, some have even moved away and aren't coming back," Yang Xiaoyong said.

Linjiatun is not an isolated case; it is the case in almost every village across China.

Although there weren't many people left in the village, the road was still easy to walk on. Following Yang Xiaoyong's directions, they arrived at a house at the west end of the village.

Shen Qingzhou knew exactly which house it was without Yang Xiaoyong telling her, because there was a couplet with red characters on white paper pasted on the gate of that house.

There was no "double happiness" character pasted on the door; instead, there was a plain piece of silk cloth.

Noticing Shen Qingzhou's gaze, Yang Xiaoyong leaned slightly towards him and whispered, "Don't worry, just follow my instructions tonight, then sleep in the 'wedding room' for one night. I'll settle the final payment for you tomorrow morning, and you can leave immediately. We'll never see each other again..."

"OK."

As long as the money is paid, Shen Qingzhou will naturally have no objections.

At this moment, a woman came out of the courtyard. Her face was weathered and she looked slightly distressed. When she saw the car, she immediately went to greet it.

"This is Old Man Lin's wife, and her mother," Yang Xiaoyong introduced quietly, then opened the car door and got out.

"Aunt Lan Hua..." he greeted.

Shen Qingzhou pulled the car over to the side of the road.

The woman known as Aunt Orchid had been glancing sideways at Shen Qingzhou in the car until he got out, at which point a look of surprise finally appeared on her face.

She had only seen the photos, not the person in person, and now that she had met him, she felt that he looked even more energetic than in the photos.

The men in the family handled all of this, so she had no say. Even though she was dissatisfied, she couldn't voice it. But now that she had met Shen Qingzhou in person, she suddenly felt quite satisfied.

"Hello, Aunt Orchid."

Shen Qingzhou was not intimidated at all and went straight forward to greet them.

"Hello, please come in and have a seat," Aunt Lanhua hurriedly invited the two.

After giving a greeting, she stopped talking and led the two people into the house, indicating that she was not good with words.

Once inside the courtyard, it was found to be quite "lively".

There were probably a few dozen people huddled in the courtyard, chatting around a few tables, but they were all speaking very quietly, and no one outside could hear any noise.

These people were all quite old, mostly elderly men and women; there wasn't a single young person in sight. The youngest of them were probably in their forties or fifties.

Upon seeing Shen Qingzhou enter, everyone cast curious glances at him, but no one spoke, let alone took the initiative to greet him.

Everyone tacitly pretended not to see it, as if Shen Qingzhou didn't exist, which was a bit strange.

Shen Qingzhou didn't care and followed Aunt Lanhua into the house. At this moment, Lin Chongli seemed to have heard the news and hurriedly came out of the kitchen.

"Come on in, come in and sit down."

The two men and Yang Xiaoyong led Shen Qingzhou into the house, where they made some simple arrangements.

Previously, a red cloth was laid on the offering table in front of the hall, but it was not a bright red, but a dark red.

There are two memorial tablets on it, but they are lit with white candles. One of them has a plaque but no words, while the other has the words "Memorial Tablet of the late Lin Yunong" written on it.

The three men led Shen Qingzhou into a side room.

"This used to be my daughter Yu Nong's room. You can sit here for a while and rest here tonight," Lin Chongli said.

"Okay." Shen Qingzhou naturally had no objections and curiously looked around.

It's a very simple room; you'd never guess it's a girl's bedroom.

Apart from a bed, a cabinet, and a dressing table, there was nothing else; the walls were plain white, without a single poster.

The only slightly out-of-place thing was the two paper figures, a man and a woman, standing at the head of the bed.

Shen Qingzhou didn't mind and sat down directly on the edge of the bed.

The bed sheets and duvet covers were all newly changed, and they were all the bright red wedding quilts used for weddings.

Seeing that Shen Qingzhou was completely cooperative, the three of them didn't say anything more and went out to continue their work.

Shen Qingzhou was extremely bored, so he leaned against the headboard and started playing on his phone.

During this time, Yang Xiaoyong came over and saw Shen Qingzhou playing on his phone. He gave her a stern warning: no photos or videos allowed.

Shen Qingzhou naturally had no objection to this; since the other party had paid, they were justified no matter what.

Seeing Shen Qingzhou's cooperation, Yang Xiaoyong smiled and secretly slipped him two packs of cigarettes.

However, Shen Qingzhou soon felt bored and got up to look around.

He hasn't seen his so-called "newlywed wife," Lin Yunong, since he entered the room.

If the photos Yang Xiaoyong showed him were real, then who was he who saw at the station that day?

If Lin Yunong didn't die, why hold this wedding?

"transport?"

Shen Qingzhou guessed that changing one's luck was also called borrowing luck, changing fate, or bringing good fortune, etc. There were different interpretations, but in short, it meant that the woman's fate was bad and someone was found to change her luck.

The so-called ghost marriage is a pretext to bind two people together.

However, Shen Qingzhou didn't think Yang Xiaoyong had that ability; he was probably just bluffing and swindling people.

Of course, the most likely explanation is that the photos Yang Xiaoyong showed him were fake, pure deception, and the original owner was an ugly monster.

Even if we knew, there's nothing we can do now. The money's already been taken, so let it be ugly.

Shen Qingzhou got up and opened the wardrobe, only to find that there were still quite a few girls' clothes inside. She then opened the drawer of the dressing table next to it, which also contained a lot of items.

Logically, these things shouldn't be left behind after a person dies.

Just as Shen Qingzhou was filled with doubt, he sensed that someone had entered.

Shen Qingzhou turned around nonchalantly, thinking that if the person was ugly, she would pretend not to see them, and if they were beautiful, she would chat with them for a bit.

Then he met the slightly flustered curly-haired girl.

Shen Qingzhou was 100% certain that what was in front of him was a ghost, not a human.