My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

Three days had passed since Zhao Jinfang was assassinated. Wan Sutong was restless in her boudoir. She wanted to know about Zhao Jinghua's situation, but 0533 told her that the screen was blank. Wan Sutong opened the screen without giving up. However, hard work pays off. After many attempts, Wan Sutong finally got the screen.

In the picture, the soldiers of Wujin Kingdom are still invincible in front of such a powerful army of Mingbei Camp, like a tiger with bloodshot eyes. One person can resist a hundred people, but in front of Zhao Jinghua, they are like ants, without any ability to fight back. He cuts a bloody path with a spear in his hand in a short time and goes straight to His Majesty of Wujin Kingdom.

However, the person who could train such an army must be no pushover. His Majesty Wu Jin quickly drew out his sword, but Zhao Jinghua was so fast that when the spear was about to pierce his heart, His Majesty Wu Jin jumped up with all his strength.

Zhao Jinghua looked up at His Majesty the Wujin Kingdom, then raised his hand and threw the spear

His Majesty the Wujin Kingdom calmly used his sword to resist. Zhao Jinghua had already jumped off his horse, and the Suihua Sword appeared in his hand. He came in front of His Majesty the Wujin Kingdom, grabbed the spear again, and threw it to the ground. In an instant, a flame cut the two armies apart.

Zhao Jinghua did not give His Majesty Wu Jinguo time to react, and quickly raised his sword and stabbed His Majesty Wu Jinguo. His Majesty Wu Jinguo's eyes widened in disbelief, "I didn't expect that Zhaoguo still has such a fierce beauty! Interesting!"

Zhao Jinghua frowned for some reason. His clothes on his chest were soaked with blood. However, Zhao Jinghua did not stop but raised his hand and swung his sword. A stream of sword energy went straight to the vital point of His Majesty Wu Jin.

His Majesty the Wujin Kingdom dodged the sword energy with a slight curl of his lips. He wanted to laugh at Zhao Jinghua, but he heard Zhao Jinghua chuckle, which made his spine chill.

The next moment, Zhao Jinghua came to the front of His Majesty the Wujin Kingdom with his sword in hand. He swung his Suihua sword forward and sent out another sword energy. He wanted to block it with his sword, but unexpectedly, the sword broke at the moment of contact with the sword energy.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and was knocked several meters away from the sky. The wound on his chest was extremely horrific, from the heart to the right shoulder, the bone was visible. Blood kept oozing out of the wound. If the wound was bigger, you could see the beating heart.

Zhao Jinghua looked down at His Majesty the King of Wujin from the sky. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse and his aura was like that of a Rakshasa. "Death or surrender?"

At this time, His Majesty Wu Jinguo gritted his teeth and stood up again. "Even if I die, I will not surrender! Otherwise, how can I be worthy of my ancestors! Who are you? How come I don't know that Zhaoguo has such a ruthless person besides Zhao Jinghua?"

Zhao Jinghua chuckled but did not answer. The Suihua sword suddenly turned into thirteen swords, floating beside Zhao Jinghua. He turned his wrist holding the Suihua sword, and the thirteen Suihua swords fell straight down and pierced into the abdomen of His Majesty the Wujin Kingdom.

His Majesty the Wujin Kingdom raised his hand with great effort and said, "You...are still alive..." Before he could finish his words, the body fell to the ground.

Zhao Jinghua's eyes were full of coldness, and he said calmly, "Cut off his head and hang it on the city gate! Let other countries know that this is the consequence of attacking Zhao!" After he finished speaking, the soldiers of Wujin Country knelt on the ground one after another. Upon hearing this, the soldiers of Mingbei Camp immediately put down their raised swords.

Suddenly, the soldiers of Wujin Kingdom cried and shouted. Among them were children who were just old enough to dance with elephants, and elderly people over fifty years old. Some were the only able-bodied men in their families. The old and young looked very distressed. "We have elderly parents and young children to take care of. We only ask you to spare our lives."

"Please spare us!"

Zhao Jinghua sighed, and when he spoke, his voice seemed to come from the air, "Get up, you are also innocent people."

Wan Sutong was very shocked when he saw this scene. He sighed with a sad tone, "Zhao Jinghua has already reached the realm of true god. It's a pity that he has not been struck by thunder like Han Yaoyu. There is only one possibility, his life span has come to an end."

After hearing this, Wan Sutong's pupils shrank suddenly, and her expression was numb like a puppet. The tears that burst out of her eyes proved that she was not numb, but she just didn't dare to face this fact for a moment.

The scene changed to Zhao Jinghua sitting in the main seat and drinking most of the ginseng soup. At this time, footsteps were heard in the courtyard, and the tone was arrogant and unruly, "Royal brother"

Zhao Jinghua coughed lightly and looked up. It was Zhao Jingtai. "Why are you here when you are not with your father?" He drank the last sip of the ginseng soup.

Zhao Jingtai came to him and half-knelt to salute, then looked up at him and said, "I heard that you killed the emperor of Wujin Kingdom today and even reached the realm of true god, but I don't think you are in the state of ascension." Zhao Jinghua put down the medicine bowl lightly and swept his eyes over Zhao Jingtai coldly.

Zhao Jingtai frowned slightly and said something incoherent: "It's my ninth brother."

Zhao Jinghua already knew it was Zhao Jinghong, but when Zhao Jingtai mentioned it, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes. "No matter how tough the armor is, it will be punctured one day. I accept it."

Zhao Jingtai frowned, "What do you mean?"

Zhao Jinghua held the back of the chair tightly with his right hand and said in a calm tone, "Why do you have to pretend to be stupid?" After saying this, bright red blood flowed from the corner of Zhao Jinghua's mouth. Zhao Jinghua wiped the blood with his sleeve, but his body remained straight.

Zhao Jingtai was stunned and stood up suddenly with a panicked look, "You are not crazy! But father will wake up, right?"

Zhao Jinghua chuckled and said in a cold tone, "Yes, although I am not a doctor, my blood can heal the dead and make bones grow flesh."

Zhao Jingtai looked at him in disbelief, "You really know how to resurrect!"

Zhao Jinghua frowned but spoke in a very calm tone, "If you treat me as your brother... and know me better," he covered his chest tightly, "you wouldn't resort to such despicable means!" Zhao Jingtai fled in panic after hearing this.

After Zhao Jingtai left, Zhao Jinghua slowly walked out of the palace. At this moment, he seemed to have thought of something. He suddenly chuckled and began to practice swordsmanship. His steps were steady, and he was still heroic when swinging the sword. It was hard to tell that his life was in danger.

About an incense stick of time passed before Zhao Jinghua casually threw the Suihua sword aside, put his right fist against his lips and started coughing violently. His left hand tightly grasped the clothes in front of his chest. Looking closely at Zhao Jinghua's face, it was as pale as paper, and his thin lips were bloodless. Even if the sunlight shone on his silver hair, it had lost its luster long ago.

After a while, Zhao Jinghua raised his head and met Wan Sutong's gaze outside the screen. Wan Sutong was stunned for a moment and then heard Zhao Jinghua slowly say, "No matter what happens, don't enter the palace."

When Wan Sutong heard this, tears welled up in her eyes and she murmured silently, "I know." As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Jinghua smiled tenderly as if he had heard it. "I told you yesterday that one day you will have many students all over the world. It's a pity that I can't see it."

Wan Sutong was stunned when she heard this. "Pupils all over the world?" Before Wan Sutong could figure out what this meant, she heard Zhao Jinghua speak again, "Forget me." The moment he finished speaking, the screen went blank again.

0533 said meaningfully, "Host, what major are you studying?"

Wan Sutong frowned slightly and said, "Let me think about it." After a moment, he sighed and said, "I remember now. The Music Department of the Normal University."

0533 nodded. "No wonder the system said I can sing rock and roll. You think of the song 'Nothing'. What Zhao Jinghua was talking about in the future is not here, but modern times!" Wan Sutong suddenly realized after hearing this.