My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

Chapter 254 You have a good mouth, whoever you say will come

Zhao Jinghua sighed and retracted the ghost blade into his spiritual sea. Then he put his arms around Wan Sutong's waist, bent down and buried his face in Wan Sutong's neck. When he spoke, his tone was a little helpless, "I don't know either, but it's definitely not Zhao Jinfang. I will be fine if Madam doesn't come... Don't put yourself in danger next time." After saying that, he let go of Wan Sutong's hand and straightened his waist.

Wan Sutong's face was full of worry at this time, and then she raised her hand and gently stroked Zhao Jinghua's cheek. "I know you are worried that I will get hurt, but your clone's hand was chopped off and you are still trying to be brave."

Zhao Jinghua chuckled and then shook his head lovingly, "The man's knife was poisoned. If it's not treated, it will only take half a cup of tea for him to faint. I had no time to take care of him, so I had to chop off his hand."

After hearing this, Wan Sutong felt as if she felt the same pain in her right wrist. "You are so cruel to yourself. Can you change another clone?"

Zhao Jinghua smiled and kissed Wan Sutong on the forehead. "It was too late then. Madam, please go back quickly. If Zhao Jinfang asks you about what happened today, just pretend you don't know anything."

After hearing this, Wan Sutong said with some relief, "Oh, it's a good thing I took the Suihua Sword, otherwise I would have been exposed."

0533 At this time, he appeared behind Wan Sutong and said, "You are quite proud?"

After hearing this, Wan Sutong turned around and looked at 0533, and then saw 0533's messy collar. "Why does your collar look like someone grabbed it?" After saying this, she squatted down and straightened 0533's collar.

0533 nodded and chuckled, "I'm a little short, so your husband grabbed my collar and protected me behind him in a hurry."

Wan Sutong said "oh" and then touched 0533's chubby face. "I thought you were captured by the secret guards and then escaped back."

As the saying goes, a word can wake a person up from his dream. 0533 suddenly cried out, "Could it be that they mistook me for Yu Wenxi?"

Zhao Jinghua raised his hand and began to calculate. After a moment, he nodded slightly and said, "Yes, Yu Wenxi did have a disaster today. It was a coincidence that you helped her avoid it."

After hearing this, 0533 immediately hugged Wan Sutong's thighs tightly and said, "Host, I am so scared. I don't need to appear in my original form anymore. It's too scary. I haven't lived enough."

Wan Sutong looked up at Zhao Jinghua, then said sarcastically, "It's useless for you to cling to my thighs. I'm not as powerful as him. I killed more than 20 people by myself."

Zhao Jinghua covered his chest with his left hand after hearing this, and then he showed a painful expression and his body was shaky.

0533 Seeing this, he opened his mouth in disbelief and looked at Zhao Jinghua, thinking in his heart, "Ah? You are sick in your pocket, and you feel uncomfortable just because you say you feel uncomfortable?"

Wan Sutong's pupils shrank when she saw this, and she stood up quickly. "What's wrong with you, Jinghua! Don't scare me!" After that, she carefully helped Zhao Jinghua sit down on the stone bench, and then put her finger on Zhao Jinghua's pulse.

Seeing Wan Sutong lower her head, Zhao Jinghua's lips curled up into a barely perceptible smile. 0533 looked at Zhao Jinghua with great admiration, and at the same time asked Zhao Jinghua in his heart, "So are you afraid of being exposed or are you really uncomfortable?"

Zhao Jinghua looked at 0533 with a smile on his face. He did not answer and even coughed from time to time.

After a long time, Wan Sutong raised her head and looked at Zhao Jinghua worriedly, "How many pills did you take to improve your cultivation?"

Zhao Jinghua covered his heart with his left hand and coughed, looking like he would faint at any moment.

After hearing this, Wan Sutong frowned and almost cried, but she said angrily with a hard mouth and a soft heart, "Are you going to die? Your heart meridian is damaged! And your recovery speed can only barely keep your heart meridian from breaking. If it were an ordinary person, you would have died long ago! At this speed, there is no way you can recover as before! I'll kill you in pain!"

0533 shook his head and said in a tone of admiration, "Tsk tsk tsk, you are really patient. This system thought you were pretending."

Zhao Jinghua chuckled after hearing this, his eyes full of helplessness, "They are outnumbered... cough... cough... If I am injured, at most I will be fully recovered tomorrow, but if I don't eat, it will be good if I can escape. If they chop off my head, I will definitely die." As he finished speaking, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, which looked a little sad.

Wan Sutong felt a pang of pain when she heard this and looked at Zhao Jinghua pretending to be relaxed. She raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of Zhao Jinghua's mouth, and then hugged Zhao Jinghua, "I came too late this time. Don't be so stubborn next time... You said you were fine without me, but if I hadn't come! You would probably still be fighting with them now!"

Zhao Jinghua coughed lightly and raised his hand to stroke Wan Sutong's back. "Okay~ don't cry."

Wan Sutong let go of Zhao Jinghua's hand and raised her head to prevent tears from falling. She puffed up her cheeks stubbornly and said angrily, "I didn't cry."

Zhao Jinghua chuckled at Wan Sutong's cute appearance, but the next moment Zhao Jinghua spat out a mouthful of blood. Seeing that Wan Sutong was still looking up and hadn't noticed him, Zhao Jinghua lowered his head and quickly produced a handkerchief to wipe the blood. Then he put the blood-stained handkerchief into his spiritual sea, saying with a hint of panic, "Madam, please go back soon. I need to find Chen Ye to clean up the mess for me." At this point, Zhao Jinghua couldn't help but sigh, "I cleaned up the mess for him when he was a child, but now that he's old, he has to clean up the mess for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Eunuch Chen running towards him from the front yard in a hurry.

Wan Sutong quickly turned her head to look, and then raised her hand and touched Zhao Jinghua's head as if possessed by a ghost. "Your mouth must be blessed, whoever you say will come."

Zhao Jinghua felt a trace of confusion in his eyes after feeling Wan Sutong's action, but it turned into a doting smile in just a moment.

As he spoke, Eunuch Chen approached. When he got closer, Wan Sutong could see that Eunuch Chen must have come in a hurry. He was only wearing underwear under his outer robe, and even his boots were crooked. It was unknown whether it was because of the cold weather or because he was too worried about Zhao Jinghua getting scared. At this moment, his lips were pale and his whole body was shaking. After hurriedly calling her "godmother", he bent down to check Zhao Jinghua's right hand hanging by his side. "Your hand?"

Zhao Jinghua chuckled helplessly at this, and at the same time stretched out his hand to tighten Chen Ye's loose outer robe. "It's nothing, it's just a clone. I made my son worried. You must have gone to bed at this hour. Why did you come here wearing only an outer robe? It's late autumn now, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?" After saying that, he transformed into a cloak and handed it to Eunuch Chen, "Put it on quickly."

Listening to Zhao Jinghua's words and watching him straighten the collar of Eunuch Chen's clothes, Wan Sutong couldn't help but think of her father.

My father used to be so gentle and caring to me. When did it start to change?

It was probably when I was in the first year of high school. My father was often on business trips and would be gone for two or three months. He was rarely at home and his attitude towards me was lukewarm. When I called home, he would just ask about my recent grades. It was not until after the college entrance examination when the results came out that my parents quarreled in the room. They quarreled so fiercely that things in the room were thrown around with ping-pong sounds. I vaguely remember my mother saying what was wrong with the girl, but I didn't hear the rest of the words until my father slammed the door and walked out.

Since then, my father has never returned home. I have called him before, but there is always a boy's voice on the other end of the phone, laughing, crying or playing. My father said that he was on a business trip and would ask for a day off from his boss to accompany me during the holidays. But even though he said that, my father's promise was never fulfilled.