My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

"Thank you for your reminder, young master. What about this elixir?" Wan Sutong asked cautiously.

"No merit, no reward. Miss Su Tong, please take it back. I don't need this elixir." Then Zhao Jinghua moved his fingertips slightly and took back the barrier.

The system sighed, "As expected, host, let's go. Since he said so, we won't take it."

Wan Sutong also sighed and turned around, but just as he left the tent, he quickly threw the porcelain bottle in the direction of Zhao Jinghua. "If you don't want it, just throw it away," he said, and quickly left the military tent.

Zhao Jinghua looked at the porcelain bottle on the ground and bent down to pick it up. As if he knew Wan Sutong could see it, he silently said "thank you"

Wan Sutong saw the picture and smiled, "Only I can see the picture, otherwise how would I know that he thanked me!" Then she looked at Zhao Jinghua's smile like a fangirl, "He is so handsome, and he looks even better when he smiles."

"Host, are you in love with Zhao Jinghua? No wonder you are afraid of his death!" Wan Sutong looked at the system speechlessly. "What do you know? Such a handsome man, who wouldn't like him? But you want me to marry him." She pouted and said, "That's absolutely impossible." Then she got on the carriage.

"You're doing this... for the sake of pleasing the eyes, right?" the system said in a shocked tone.

At this time, Wan Sutong nodded and suddenly became very curious about Mingbei Camp. "How many soldiers are there in Mingbei Camp?"

"The Mingbei Camp has 500,000 soldiers, and Zhao Jinghua only brought 5,000 soldiers this time, but these 5,000 soldiers are all elites, and the lowest level of cultivation is at the Jindan stage."

Wan Sutong was somewhat shocked. "At least they are at the Golden Core Stage?"

The system nodded and said calmly, "Yes, host."

After being shocked, Wan Sutong nodded and said, "Do you have pictures of his brothers?" The system did not say anything and directly played a picture. It seemed to be a school with two women and seven men.

They were the second son, Zhao Jingchen, nineteen years old, with black hair, straight eyebrows, phoenix eyes with dark pupils, a tiny mole in the corner of his right eye, a peak-shaped nose, and thin lips with no blood color. He looked sickly. He and the two princesses were the only ones in the whole school who listened carefully to the teacher's lectures.

Wan Sutong was about to speak when the system interrupted her and said, "He is not sick." Wan Sutong said weakly, "Oh!"

The eldest princess Zhao Mu, seventeen years old, with a complexion as white as snow, long black hair tied in a bun, a pair of sword-like eyebrows, willow-leaf eyes with sapphire-like pupils, thick and slender eyelashes, a soft nose bridge, and a rosy thin lip. At this moment, she was asking the teacher for help on something she didn't understand.

The second princess, Zhao Yun, was seventeen years old. Like the eldest princess, her skin was as white as cream. Her long silver hair was tied into two buns. She had a pair of dark willow-leaf eyebrows, deep phoenix eyes, thick and long white eyelashes, and rosy and plump lips. The corners of her mouth were raised as she looked at Zhao Mu infatuatedly.

Wan Sutong hesitated a little, "Could the Second Princess have traveled through time?"

The system shook its head. "No, it's just that the two grew up together and are more dependent on Zhao Mu." Wan Sutong nodded and continued to watch the screen.

The third son, Zhao Jingtai, was nineteen years old. He had a wheat-colored complexion, black hair, straight eyebrows, deep drooping eyes with brown pupils, a nose as sharp as a knife, thin lips with a smile on the corners of his mouth all the time, and looked more like a general who had fought in the battlefield for a long time than Zhao Jinghua.

The fourth son, Zhao Jingjian, was seventeen years old. He had silver hair, silver sword-like eyebrows, a pair of peach blossom eyes, and even his eyelashes were silver. His pupils were lake blue. If his eyebrows and eyes were covered, he would look exactly like Zhao Jinghua. He was holding a dogtail grass in his mouth, and his mind was completely focused on things outside the school.

The fifth son, Zhao Jing, was seventeen years old. He had black hair, sword-like eyebrows, and deep, auspicious eyes. He must have taken after his mother. He had a long, slender nose with slightly raised nose wings and a straight back. At a young age, he had an air of immortality. At this time, he was chatting with the third son. The two of them completely ignored the teacher who was teaching in the room.

The seventh son, Zhao Jingyu, was eleven years old. His hair was not silver but pure white. His eyebrows were tightly knitted. His round eyes were calm and composed, which did not belong to his age. His nose was soft and beautiful. His lips were full but the corners of his mouth were slightly downward, as if he was very angry. At this moment, he was looking at his useless brother.

The eighth son, Zhao Jinghe, was eleven years old, with black hair and straight eyebrows. He had the same round eyes as Zhao Jingyu, but with a hint of innocence. His nose was high but with a youthful immaturity. His plump lips were biting the cake in his hand, eating with relish. Every time he opened his mouth, his sharp canine teeth could be vaguely seen.

Wan Sutong couldn't help but praise, "Ah~Ah~Ah~Zhao Jinghe is so cute." After a moment, she began to analyze carefully, "Half of Zhao Jinfang's children have inherited his thin lips, but it seems that only Zhao Jinghua and Zhao Jingjia have peach blossom eyes."

At this time, the five thousand soldiers in the military camp had left the camp one after another. Zhou Lang sighed as he looked at the empty military camp. He decided to hide in the mountains to avoid Zhao Jinghua and come back when the army arrived. But when he climbed all the way to the top of the mountain, he found that all the soldiers except Zhong Su were gathered there. The captain was sitting on a rock and waving at Zhou Lang, "Brother Zhou, are you also planning to go down the mountain in three days?" Zhou Lang smiled but said nothing.

The captain chuckled and said, "I don't know what kind of drug the general gave to these Beili soldiers, but they won't leave."

Zhou Lang sighed, "The general is kind and righteous. He feeds them with good food and drink. Of course they stay when compared to Beili."

This was the youngest centurion who spoke, "Don't you see, which military camp is as harmonious as ours?" Then he actually called someone in Beili language, "Who is that, Zhuo what's that, come here?" After that, a bronze-skinned man came over and said, "Centurion, my name is Wu Zhuo, what do you want from me?"

The centurion was a little embarrassed. He couldn't even remember his name, and even forgot that he knew the Central Plains language. What did the general say to him? "Why did you stay? We have followed the general for five or six years. It's worth dying for. Why don't you go home?"

Wu Zhuo shook his head. "The general said before that entering Mingbei Camp is like entering your own home. No one in Beili has ever said this. Besides, we can all see that the general is a good leader. Before we came, we asked someone to send the silver the general gave us to the Beili family. We are not afraid of death, but we are afraid of dying in vain because we don't meet a good general."

The soldiers around sighed after hearing this. The centurion spoke again with a melancholy tone, "The general treats us like family. The general taught me Beili. We have only been here for three years and we can speak at least two languages. Can you get along with them?"

Wu Zhuo nodded and said, "Everyone is very nice to us."

The thousand-man captain sighed, "You should be a centurion too, right?"

Wu Zhuo shook his head and said, "Like you, I used to have more than a thousand people under my command."

The thousand-man commander quickly stood up from the stone and bowed, "Oh! My apologies!" The centurion also quickly bowed, "My apologies, my apologies!"

Wu Zhuo quickly responded with "I don't deserve it! I don't deserve it!"

Zhou Lang sighed, "I don't know what happened to the general." After saying this, Zhou Lang saw that they were silent, so he looked back but saw nothing. Then the soldiers burst into laughter, "Hahaha, the general won't come."

Zhou Lang frowned and shouted, "Stop laughing, who wants to go fishing with me?"

The captain was a little shocked. "Are you playing house? How much fish can we get with more than 5,000 people? They are busy digging wild vegetables and have no time!"

The centurion's face instantly turned black. "You are playing house too! Five thousand people digging wild vegetables! Even if the mountain is dug bare, it won't be enough to eat! If you were a general, we would all starve to death!" Then he looked at the group of soldiers bending over to dig wild vegetables and said, "Stop digging!"

This was like a fuse that ignited the captain. He raised his fist and looked like he was going to fight. "Chen Cheng! How dare you challenge me!" Zhou Lang was about to speak to dissuade him, but unexpectedly, a stern voice came from a distance.