My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

Chapter 305: Okay! When you get to the underworld, you'll say you're stupid

At the same time, within the Yuwen Kingdom

Wan Sutong stood outside the crowd holding the Suihua sword, staring at Jiao Hanxi's every move. After a while, when he noticed that his weakness was behind him, Wan Sutong drew his sword without hesitation and rushed towards Jiao Hanxi.

But just when the Suihua sword was about to pierce Jiao Hanxi's back, Jiao Hanxi suddenly came to his senses, so the Suihua sword only cut Jiao Hanxi's clothes. At this time, two clan elders came one after another, and the three elders fought with Zhao Jinghua and others.

Wan Sutong frowned when he saw this, took a step back and swung his sword towards Jiao Hanxi. Jiao Hanxi quickly raised his sword to block. He injected spiritual power into the sword, thinking that he could repel Wan Sutong with a little force, but he didn't expect that the sword across his neck didn't move at all.

He tilted his head slightly and noticed the two characters "Sui Hua" on the sword. His pupils suddenly shrank and his eyes were filled with surprise.

Wan Sutong seized the opportunity during this moment of distraction. She increased the strength of her hand and swung it hard. The next moment, blood appeared on the Suihua sword.

Jiao Hanxi hurriedly took a step back and distanced himself from Wan Sutong. At the same time, he narrowed his eyes and re-examined Wan Sutong.

Although Wan Sutong failed to chop off Jiao Hanxi's head, she left a deep bone-deep wound on his left shoulder blade to his chest.

A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of Jiao Hanxi's mouth, and he covered his wound tightly. "How could the Suihua Sword fall into your hands!"

Wan Sutong did not answer or even show any expression, and stabbed Jiao Hanxi with the sword again.

Not far away, Wu Yisa and Feng Ming were fighting back to back with a clan elder with a stern look on their faces. Although they were assisted by secret guards, they were still struggling to deal with someone who was at a very different level from them.

Wu Yisa turned his head and looked at Feng Ming. Then he saw Feng Ming jumped up and wanted to attack the man from the top. Wu Yisa quickly came to the man and waved his sword to attract his attention, but when the man launched a counterattack, he kept dodging to confuse his sight.

Feng Ming also took the opportunity to inject spiritual power into the sword, wanting to pierce the man's skull with the sword.

However, the elder with a frown on his face laughed disdainfully, not taking the two of them seriously at all. He first raised his hand to repel Feng Ming, and then knocked Wu Yisa several meters away with a palm. Just when he was looking very proud, he felt a chill on his neck, and before he could react, the head fell to the ground. His eyes widened, looking like he could not accept his own death.

On the other side, Bai Moyan was fighting with the clan elder who had stood next to Jiao Hanxi at first, but in fact, it was more like playing with a group of secret guards than fighting.

This elder is far inferior to him in strength. It is ridiculous for a demigod of level 8 to fight against a true god.

He originally wanted to compete with Jiao Hanxi, but Jiao Hanxi's attention was not on him, but on Wan Sutong. He had no choice but to help the secret guards deal with the clan elder.

At this time, Bai Moyan held two swords in his hands and planned to scare the clan elder, so that the secret guards could kill him with one sword while he was stunned.

Thinking of this, Bai Moyan quickly came to him. Bai Moyan made a fake move and swung his knife to the left, but the clan elder misjudged Bai Moyan's move and stabbed him in the heart with his knife.

Seeing this, Bai Moyan frowned slightly and then looked at him as if he was a fool. When he spoke, his tone was full of surprise and disbelief, "Okay! When you get to the underworld, just say you are stupid as hell."

At this time, Wan Yanzhong, who was hiding in the corner, burst out laughing when he heard this.

At this time, Zhao Jinghua was fighting with a woman wearing a mask, a silver-white cloak, and holding a folding fan.

The woman leaned back to avoid the blade on Zhao Jinghua's gauntlet. She spoke with an excited tone but a hint of pain, "Your moves, if I'm not mistaken, you are my youngest!" Although the woman said so, her movements were all lethal moves, but each time they missed Zhao Jinghua's vital points by an inch.

Zhao Jinghua dodged the folding fan thrown by the woman by slightly turning sideways. After the folding fan returned to the woman's hand, he came behind the woman in the blink of an eye, grasped the woman's wrist holding the folding fan with his right hand, and slowly tightened his left arm to restrain the woman's neck.

He lowered his head slightly and spoke in a gloomy and hoarse voice beside the woman's ear, "I didn't expect that a hundred years have passed, and I still miss you. I didn't have the time to ask you if you were doing well in the Jiao family, and I was confused. Please don't blame me. I wonder if you have been doing well these years?"

The woman had no fear of death at all. Instead, she raised her left hand and patted Zhao Jinghua's arm in a soothing manner. "My little boy, I'm doing well... Just listen and let go. I was wrong at the beginning, but I have my reasons. Can we talk about it?"

Who would have thought that Zhao Jinghua would laugh softly after hearing these words? When he spoke, his tone was not anger but complaint, "You were so cruel back then. You seemed to have become a different person when the country was destroyed and my family was ruined. You made me feel unprecedented warmth in the past three years, but you personally sent me to Jiao Hanxi's bed when I was still young. You hate me, don't you? What did I do wrong that you treated me like this? You never thought that I could escape, right?"

The woman lowered her head, tears gradually blurring her eyes. "I..." She hesitated to speak. She wanted to explain but didn't know where to start.

Zhao Jinghua gradually released the strength from his arms, but he had no intention of letting the woman go. When he spoke, his tone was calm and sad, "After two lifetimes, I no longer hate you. Maybe you were forced to do so, or you wanted to save yourself, but I no longer care. I just wanted to ask what I had buried in my heart all those years, and I also wanted to know what your expression was, so that I could fulfill my last wish."

When the woman heard this, she burst into tears. Her tears dripped onto Zhao Jinghua's sleeves, soaking them. After a long while, she spoke in a trembling voice, "My dear son, I'm sorry for you."

Zhao Jinghua felt a tearing pain in his body. He groaned and his feet became unstable, and the woman almost fell down with him. He realized that the puppet could no longer bear his soul, and the soul began to try to separate from the puppet.

"What's wrong with you, little one? Someone hurt you. Let me see what's wrong with you."

Zhao Jinghua withdrew his hand and smiled with relief, then turned his back to her and set his sights on Wan Sutong.

"nothing"

At this moment, Wan Sutong quickly dodged Jiao Hanxi's sword, then she did a side flip to retrieve the Suihua sword and at the same time, she created a silver snake whip that wrapped around Jiao Hanxi's neck and gradually tightened.

Jiao Hanxi's pupils shrank suddenly. Seeing that the situation was not good, he was about to swing his sword to try to cut off Wan Sutong's long whip, but he didn't expect that the sharp snake scales on the long whip suddenly opened and pierced his neck.

Wan Yanzhong, who had been hiding in the corner, saw this opportunity and quickly stepped forward and stabbed Jiao Hanxi in the chest from behind.

Seeing this, Wan Sutong hurriedly pulled the whip down to make Jiao Hanxi kneel on the ground, ensuring that he could not hurt Wan Yanzhong.

"Daddy! You're so awesome! If it weren't for you, I would have to fight him for a while longer."

When everyone heard this, they hurriedly looked over and saw Jiao Hanxi kneeling on the ground, his face purple and blood gushing out of his mouth. Wan Sutong's spirit snake whip was still wrapped around his neck, blood was dripping from his neck, and a long sword was stuck in his back, piercing his heart straight through.