My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

However, even so, Jiao Hanxi still did not die. His eyes turned bloodshot and he fixed his gaze on the woman beside Zhao Jinghua. "Jiao Fanxue! You betrayed me! I am your grandfather!"

Just as everyone was surprised, Jiao Fanxue lowered her head slightly and spoke with a mocking tone, "Grandfather? My youngest son suffered so much just because of one word from you! You don't deserve it!"

Jiao Hanxi looked at Jiao Fanxue with a mocking expression at this time, "Jiao Fanxue, do you think that if you cooperate with them to get rid of me, your son will forgive you? You personally sent your son to my bed. Although he ran away in the end, he hated you so much. Otherwise, why would his wife be here today, but she didn't know about it? If she kills you tonight, will your son applaud and be happy?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes widened. Wan Sutong looked around in confusion, but found that there were no other women present except herself and Feng Ming.

Seeing this, Feng Ming glared at the secret guards who were looking at him and said, "What are you looking at? I'm not married!"

Wan Sutong came back to her senses immediately after hearing this. She lowered her head and looked at Jiao Hanxi, who had a helpless look on his face and wanted to laugh, and raised his finger to point at herself, "Are you talking about me? You are worrying about this for nothing. My husband did not tell me, but he would have beaten you if he told me. Besides, grudges are hard to cut off. If he wants revenge, kill him. If he doesn't want to kill him, let him stay. I don't care about his family affairs, I only care about the affairs of the martial arts world. After all, punishing evil and promoting good is everyone's responsibility, isn't it?" After she finished speaking, Wan Sutong sneered and stopped talking.

Jiao Hanxi's face turned pale with anger. Seeing this, Wan Sutong deliberately tightened the whip again and asked, "Hey, am I squeezing you too hard? Are you having trouble breathing? Can I loosen it for you?"

Jiao Hanxi gritted his teeth and looked at Wan Sutong. He wanted to raise his hand to point at Wan Sutong, but he didn't have the strength to raise his arm. He spat out a mouthful of blood as soon as he opened his mouth.

At this time, Wan Sutong suddenly heard Zhao Jinghua's voice in the spiritual sea.

"There are so many grievances between her and me, so many that I don't know where to start. Each and every one of them is like a red-hot iron falling on my heart. I have resentment and hatred towards her, but I also have an inseparable family relationship with her, because after all, she once treated me sincerely. There was a time when I was planning how to kill her all day long, but I hated her while missing her kindness to me."

"Now I finally understand that my stupidity may be God's punishment for me, punishing me for plotting against my biological mother, killing my brothers and sisters, and killing loyal people. God gave me three chances to wake up, but I didn't seize them. I chose to commit suicide every time."

His tone sounded extremely complicated, with sadness, helplessness, and a hint of self-mockery. Wan Sutong felt very uncomfortable. She looked at Zhao Jinghua with sympathy, then sighed and sent a message to Zhao Jinghua:

"No need to explain too much, and don't take his words to heart. I don't care. After all, I don't want you to uncover the healed scar and then tell me the origin of the scar."

Zhao Jinghua, who was not far away, chuckled after hearing Wan Sutong's comfort, then transformed into a ghost blade and approached Jiao Hanxi step by step. "You may have forgotten my voice, but you must still remember this knife, right? I don't think you will forget it." Having said this, Zhao Jinghua casually put the knife on Jiao Hanxi's neck. "After all, when I was thirty years old, I used this knife to leave a deep wound on your leg that could be seen to the bone. If you hadn't dodged quickly at that time, you would have almost become a rootless eunuch." After he finished speaking, he turned his head and glanced at Wan Sutong

Wan Sutong immediately understood and retracted the whip. The next moment, blood gushed out of Jiao Hanxi's neck. He wanted to raise his hand to cover the bleeding wound, but he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand. He had no choice but to raise his head and look at Zhao Jinghua blankly, "You are really not dead!"

Zhao Jinghua did not answer after hearing this, but instead moved sideways to block Wan Sutong's sight before swinging his knife and chopping off Jiao Hanxi's head.

But before everyone came to their senses, he retracted the ghost blade, pulled out the sword behind Jiao Hanxi and put it into the spiritual sea. At the same time, he tore off his cloak and covered Jiao Hanxi's body with his head and body separated. After doing all this, he turned his head and looked at Wan Sutong behind him.

Everyone looked at the figure slowly falling to the ground under the cloak, and they also understood that this evil leader who had caused chaos in the martial arts world was dead. The reason for covering Jiao Hanxi with the cloak was not to save face for him, but to avoid scaring the people present.

Wan Sutong put the long whip back into her spiritual sea, then slowly walked to Zhao Jinghua's side, looked up at his eyes that seemed calm but actually contained murderous intent, "You must hate him very much, right?"

Zhao Jinghua lowered his eyes and chuckled, then held Wan Sutong's hand with his left hand. "I don't hate you, I just want to save future generations from a lot of trouble."

Jiao Fanxue walked to a position one step away from Zhao Jinghua and called out "Little one"

There was sadness and grief in her tone, and everyone in the courtyard fell silent.

Wan Sutong could also clearly feel that Zhao Jinghua's hand holding hers became stiff in an instant. After a long silence, Zhao Jinghua raised his right hand and stroked the back of Wan Sutong's hand, then raised his head slightly and chuckled.

His laughter was mixed with indifference and self-mockery. Jiao Fanxue's heart sank when she heard it, and she couldn't help but take a step back.

"The grudge between you and me cannot be explained in a short time. I can't wait until that time. Let the past be the past. This will be good for both of us."

Wan Sutong's heart tightened after hearing this, and she raised her hand to hold Zhao Jinghua's hand. Zhao Jinghua shook his head slightly to indicate that he was fine. "Don't blame me for annihilating the Jiao family. The Jiao family has committed many evil deeds and is despised by the world. This should have been done long ago, and no innocent people were killed. I have done my best. As for your kindness in giving me life, I have nothing to repay. I also know that gratitude and grudges can never be offset, but I don't have much time left, and there will be no afterlife, so... I will owe you this."

After he finished speaking, he bent down and held Wan Sutong horizontally in his arms. Wan Sutong was slightly stunned, and after coming to her senses, she quickly raised her hands to hold Zhao Jinghua's neck, and then naturally put her chin on Zhao Jinghua's shoulder. "What are you doing? It's not like I can't walk."

Zhao Jinghua slightly tilted his head to Wan Sutong and said softly, "Madam, you have worked hard tonight, so you should take a good rest. Besides, the ground is covered with blood, and I am afraid that it will stain your dress."

Zhao Jinghua's voice was gentle and low at this time. Wan Sutong's cheeks flushed when she heard it, and she felt an indescribable itchy feeling in her heart. She clenched her left fist and lightly hit Zhao Jinghua's back, "Your words are really easy to be misunderstood."

Zhao Jinghua just chuckled but didn't answer. Then, ignoring everyone's surprised looks, he walked away holding Wan Sutong.