My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

Chapter 253 The world is big, but sleep is the most important. Don’t disturb my sleep.

"Host, what are you going to do with her husband? She doesn't look like a bad person."

There was no trace of pity or sympathy in Zhao Jinghua's eyes at this moment. He picked up the teacup and sneered, "I was worried that there was no scapegoat. She came to me on her own accord. There is absolutely no way I could let her go."

0533 raised his head with puzzlement in his eyes, "A scapegoat? But she is also a poor person after all?"

Zhao Jinghua heard this and a hint of disdain appeared in his eyes. "If I pity her, where can I find such a suitable scapegoat? I guess you don't want Su Tong to get into trouble, right?"

0533 nodded helplessly after hearing this, but couldn't help but feel sorry for Chu Wan. "That's right, but this girl is too pitiful. She lost her father at the age of eight, and her mother sided with her brother. She had to take care of the whole family at a young age. She was also sold to a brothel by her own brother. Fortunately, a kind-hearted person redeemed her." But as soon as the voice fell, 0533 found a problem. "That's not right! Even the rich and powerful can't take out three ingots of gold." After saying that, it quickly wiped away its tears and adjusted the screen to the day when Chu Wan was sold to the brothel, intending to observe carefully.

Zhao Jinghua took a sip of tea and then slowly placed the cup on the table. "Who else could it be?" He lowered his eyes and laughed softly twice. "Zhao Jinfang is not stupid. He is used to using mediocrity and hypocrisy to cover up his evil. Otherwise, I would not have been deceived by him for twenty-five years before I woke up."

0533 Hearing this, he hurriedly found the footage of Zhao Jinfang that day

As expected, in the picture, Chu Wan was being pushed by her brother towards the brothel. Zhao Jinfang's carriage just passed by here. When he saw Chu Wan for the first time, Zhao Jinfang frowned slightly, but he did not stop the carriage. Instead, he raised a barely perceptible smile at the corner of his mouth. He covered his mouth and said in disbelief, "This carriage is really Zhao Jinfang's!"

At this time, the scene accelerated to when Zhao Jinfang arrived at Taiming Palace. He called a secret guard and handed three gold ingots to the secret guard. "Go and redeem her. You know what to do next." Zhao Jinfang's eyes flashed with cold light as if he was determined to win.

0533 Turning his head to look at Zhao Jinghua with admiration in his eyes, "You guessed it right! So Zhao Jin's guilt towards you is just a show to hide from others? He also knew that you would be unwilling to die and resurrect?"

Zhao Jinghua nodded slightly, then picked up the teacup and drank the tea. "If I had not met Su Tong, I would have come back to life for the throne. This is what he fears."

0533 At this time, he scratched his head and a trace of doubt rose in his heart, "Why do you say that?"

Zhao Jinghua put the teacup on the table and then turned his head to look out the window. "This dancer is trying to test me. I naturally can't let him see that Su Tong is my weakness. If he sees it, although he won't act rashly against Su Tong, he will inevitably start from the Prime Minister's Mansion. I just want him to not be able to guess why I am here. Even if I am exposed, I have this scapegoat to protect Su Tong's life."

After hearing this, 0533 suddenly realized and said, "Oh, this time I understand. Zhao Jinfang wants to test whether you like my host or my host's appearance! If you like my host, you must have come back for my host. Killing my host is the same as killing you."

Zhao Jinghua chuckled with relief, but his face gradually darkened in a moment. He conjured a dart and threw it out of the window. The next moment, an assassin climbed in with two knives in his hands.

Zhao Jinghua calmly transformed into a ghost blade and started fighting with the assassin. At this time, 0533 hadn't reacted yet and was still standing there in a daze. Unexpectedly, the door broke with a bang, and an assassin came straight at 0533 with a pair of mandarin duck axes in his hands. 0533's pupils shrank suddenly when he saw this. At the critical moment, Zhao Jinghua reached out and grabbed 0533's collar and pulled it behind him, "Go back quickly!"

As soon as these words came out, 0533 came back to his senses and hurriedly returned to the space in shock. "I was scared to death."

Wan Sutong was sleeping soundly at this time. Seeing this, 0533 hurriedly left the space and tried to shake Wan Sutong awake, "Host! Wake up! Wake up!"

Wan Sutong groggily hummed, "Stop it," and then turned over and fell asleep again.

0533 was so anxious when he saw this that he shook Wan Sutong's shoulders vigorously, "Host, don't sleep! Something happened!"

Wan Sutong said in a half-asleep voice, "The world is big, but sleeping is the most important thing. Don't disturb my sleep."

0533 was so angry that he stamped his feet and then gritted his teeth and shouted loudly, "There is an assassin!"

Wan Sutong suddenly woke up when he heard this, and quickly produced the Suihua Sword in his hand. Then he looked around in panic, "Where is it? Where is it?"

0533 was so surprised that she hurriedly said, "It's your husband's place! Host, go quickly, something bad might happen soon!"

Wan Sutong lost all sleepiness after hearing this. Just as she was about to transform into a plum blossom, she raised her hand to stop him. "No! There is more than one assassin! Do you want to die?"

Wan Sutong reacted immediately, and then she came to the backyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion with her eyes closed. She didn't dare to stay for a moment, and then she jumped up. The next moment, a pungent smell of blood rushed into her nose. Wan Sutong had a bad premonition in her heart. She looked down and saw corpses everywhere in the yard. Zhao Hongyu was wearing a white robe stained with blood. The position of his right hand was empty, and he was bleeding profusely. He was holding a long sword in his left hand and chopped off the head of a secret guard with the sword.

Wan Sutong's pupils shrank suddenly and he quickly landed on the ground. Then he swung his sword to cut off the long sword of a secret guard, kicked the secret guard several meters away, and quickly stepped forward to cut off the man's head with a sword.

Then she turned around quickly and headed straight for the five secret guards who were fighting with Zhao Hongyu. She injected 30% of her spiritual power into the Suihua Sword and then swung it forward, sending out a stream of sword energy that knocked three of the secret guards flying. When the three secret guards landed, they vomited blood and fainted not long after.

The remaining two secret guards looked at each other, and then the lower level secret guard rushed towards Wan Sutong with a scimitar in his hand. Seeing this, Wan Sutong raised a disdainful smile and easily avoided the attack of the secret guard with a side flip.

She walked around the secret guard and pierced him with a sword. At the same time, Zhao Hongyu also killed the secret guard who was fighting with him with a sword. Wan Sutong breathed a sigh of relief and pulled the Suihua sword out of the secret guard's heart. A drop of blood splattered at the corner of Zhao Hongyu's eye.

Seeing this, Wan Sutong stuck out her tongue at Zhao Hongyu with an apologetic look on her face and said "I'm sorry"

Zhao Hongyu raised his lips and then shook his head, "Nothing."

Wan Sutong looked at Zhao Hongyu's right hand again and carefully touched the remaining arm of Zhao Hongyu. "Does it hurt? What happened?"

Zhao Hongyu was sweating profusely from the pain at this moment, but in order not to worry Wan Sutong, he endured the pain and put on a smile, "Madam, don't worry. This body has no sense of pain. I just underestimated the enemy for a moment."

Wan Sutong heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this. "Where are you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Jinghua jumped out of the room and onto the roof. There was not a drop of blood on his body. The ghost blade in his hand emitted a strange red light. The hem of his clothes fluttered in the wind. He stood under the moonlight like a killing god. At this time, a demigod fifth-level dark guard ran out of the room, but it was dark and the dark guard did not notice that Zhao Jinghua was above him. He only saw the Suihua sword in Wan Sutong's hand, so he thought Wan Sutong was Zhao Jinghua, so he ran straight towards Wan Sutong.

Zhao Jinghua sneered at this, then slowly fell down and slashed the secret guard with his sword. The next moment, Zhao Hongyu turned into starlight and returned to Zhao Jinghua's body.

Seeing this, Wan Sutong hurriedly walked to Zhao Jinghua and asked, "What's going on?" Then she began to count the bodies with or without heads lying on the ground. "Oh my god, twenty-eight? This is a huge expense, right? Who could have sent them?"