My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

Ouyang Qingshu was leaning back in her chair, rubbing her stomach. "Burp, this is the most filling meal I've ever had since I came to this world."

Wan Sutong covered her mouth and laughed secretly after hearing this, "Sister Zou, let me take you back."

Ouyang Qingshu hurriedly held Wan Sutong's hand and shook it continuously, blinking at her at the same time, "Sister Sutong, can I not go back? I can't bear to leave you."

Wan Sutong hugged Ouyang Qingshu with a smile and then chuckled, "You are not reluctant to leave me, but you are reluctant to leave all kinds of delicious food here, but Sect Master Ouyang and your apprentice are still waiting for you to go back."

Ye Mianwan was also persuading her at this time, "Sister Zou, please go back. You will be home in a few days. What will you eat then? Just bear with it."

Ouyang Qingshu put her chin on Wan Sutong's shoulder and sighed, "Okay then."

After hearing this, Wan Sutong hurriedly took out a can of fruit candy from 0533 and handed it to Ouyang Qingshu, "I promise that we can go home before you finish this can of candy."

Ouyang Qingshu's eyes lit up when she heard this and she took the candy jar. "Really?"

Wan Sutong nodded slightly and said firmly, "Of course!"

Ouyang Qingshu's eyes lit up after hearing this. "If you say so, I can finish it now!" She was about to open the candy jar.

Seeing this, Ye Mianwan hurriedly held her hand and said, "Sister Zou! Wait! Three pills a day at most. Tongtong and I haven't found our roommates yet."

Ouyang Qingshu nodded in sudden realization, "Oh ~ more than a month?"

Wan Sutong and Ye Mianwan nodded at the same time. "Trust us. Liu Country is the closest to Wujin Country. We will be able to go home in a month."

Ouyang Qingshu curled her lips after hearing this, and nodded reluctantly, "Okay."

Wan Sutong smiled and pulled Ouyang Qingshu to stand up. "Then I'll take you back." In the blink of an eye, she came behind Sect Master Ouyang.

After a while, the white light disappeared. Ouyang Qingshu looked at the Ouyang Sect Master who was standing in the ruins and sighing. Suddenly, she felt sad.

When Sect Master Ouyang heard the word "father" suddenly, he was startled and turned around quickly, "Oh, father's Qing Shu is back!" Then he bowed to Wan Sutong and said, "Manager Wan."

Wan Sutong lowered her head slightly and chuckled, "I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave now."

Elder Ouyang nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay." After Wan Sutong disappeared from the spot, Sect Master Ouyang turned to look at Ouyang Qingshu, "Do you remember?"

Ouyang Qingshu nodded, her eyes gradually moistened. "Yes, I remember now."

Sect Master Ouyang excitedly grabbed Ouyang Qingshu's arm and said, "I really remember it now!"

Ouyang Qingshu nodded and thought for a moment before an idea came to her mind: "Um, do you still remember your precious jade flute?"

Sect Master Ouyang nodded with a puzzled look on his face. "I remember! You took it out to play when you were seven years old, but you didn't bring it back. When I asked you about it when I remembered it, you didn't remember it."

Ouyang Qingshu lowered her head in embarrassment. "Um...um, I actually buried it under the tree. I'll take you to find it now."

Sect Master Ouyang smiled and nodded, "Okay, okay, Dad thought you threw it away, but why did you bury the flute under the tree?"

Ouyang Qingshu pursed her lips and then scratched her head. "Because I think you like that flute more than you like me."

Sect Master Ouyang was so amused that he burst into laughter. "You! You! Dad knew it!" He then hugged Ouyang Qingshu, his voice suddenly becoming hoarse and trembling. "Daddy's Qingshu, Dad can't bear to leave you."

Ouyang Qingshu looked up at the old man with a puzzled look on his face. "Why do you say that?"

Sect Master Ouyang raised his hand and touched Ouyang Qingshu's head, his eyes full of reluctance. "Dad knows that you are not a child of this world. I knew it when I found you in the river that day. Your eyes are very smart, as if you have a lot to say to me, but you can't say it. Dad even asked someone to calculate and said that your soul is a girl who is almost thirty years old. Dad couldn't understand why at first, but now I know... Dad's Qingshu, you want to go back, right?"

Ouyang Qingshu burst into tears upon hearing what Sect Master Ouyang said. After all, they had been together for decades, and even a heart of stone could be moved. "No! Don't make blind guesses." At this point, Ouyang Qingshu sniffed and raised her hand to wipe her tears with her sleeve. "No, really, your daughter will not leave you."

As soon as Ouyang Qingshu finished speaking, he immediately pulled Sect Master Ouyang towards the burnt tree in the distance and said, "Come on, I'll take you to dig for the flute!"

At the same time, Wan Sutong chatted with Ye Mianwan for a while and then returned to the residence that Wu Yisa had prepared for her and Zhao Jinghua. She pushed the door and walked into the bedroom, where she saw the flickering candlelight. Zhao Jinghua was sitting on a soft couch with a puppet that was almost completed in front of him. He was carving the details of the fingers. The appearance of the puppet was enough to show that Zhao Jinghua was carving himself.

"Jinghua, you don't carve anything other than the facial features and limbs?"

After hearing this, Zhao Jinghua suddenly raised his head and looked at Wan Sutong, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. After a moment, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Madam, what do you think is missing?"

After hearing this, Wan Sutong walked over to Zhao Jinghua and sat down, then hugged his waist and rubbed his abdomen randomly, "At least you need a mermaid line and eight-pack abs, six will do." At this point, Wan Sutong suddenly spoke with great interest, "By the way! I remember you have a red mole on your waist!"

Zhao Jinghua turned his head and looked at Wan Sutong with a smile, "Madam, you have looked very carefully, but I have forgotten where the mole is." At this point, Zhao Jinghua raised his hand to hold down Wan Sutong's hand that was messing with him, and leaned over to whisper in Wan Sutong's ear, "Why not, Madam, you point it out yourself..."

Who would have thought that Wan Sutong would chuckle before she finished her words, and then looked at Zhao Jinghua innocently, "You should have told me earlier, there is a picture of you bathing in the system, you can study it slowly!"

0533 raised his hand to support his forehead after hearing this, "Host, he wants you to point it out to him in person." After saying this, he did not forget to complain about Zhao Jinghua, "You are just flirting with a blind man."

Zhao Jinghua chuckled helplessly, then lowered his head and pretended to be busy. "No need, I remember now, Madam, do you have any other opinions?"

Wan Sutong looked at the puppet in front of her and thought carefully, "Hmm...it seems to be gone."

Zhao Jinghua smiled and picked up the file beside him to deal with the details on his wrist. "That's all?"

Wan Sutong nodded very simply, "No, then when can you finish carving?"

Zhao Jinghua put down the file and touched Wan Sutong's head lovingly. "Tomorrow morning."

The next day, the people of Zhaoguo Kyoto spontaneously came to Wu's mansion to mourn Wu Zheng. When the coffin was carried out of Wu's mansion, the people immediately cried out, "Old General!"

At this moment, they seemed to be praising Wu Zheng's numerous military exploits with their tears, and their tears seemed to be hoping that Zhaoguo would have such a brave and long-lived general in the future.

The coffin was carried from the South City to the North City, and then buried in the imperial mausoleum with the ceremony of a prince by Zhao Jingcheng. But who in the world could know that there was no one in the coffin?

At this time, Wanfu

Wan Cheng was eating the food that the elders had brought to him.

"Cheng'er, you've been eating like this for two days, is this okay?" Although Su Qinghui said this, her hands did not stop picking up the food.

Wan Cheng shook his head and ate the food in the bowl while speaking vaguely, "Aunt, you don't know, when I was lying on the bed in Wu's house pretending to be sick, in order to act realistically, I had to drink porridge, and I had to drink less and less every day. Oh my god, I was starving."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room burst into laughter. Su Yahui picked up a piece of pork ribs and put it in Wan Cheng's bowl. "Then eat more."

Wan Cheng nodded repeatedly while eating, "Thank you, Auntie."