My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

Chapter 312 Why do you say that?

In the Longqian Palace of Wujin State, Wu Yisa looked at Ouyang Qingshu in front of him and couldn't help laughing, "Do you still know who I am?"

Ouyang Qingshu shook her head in confusion. "The voice and tone are a little familiar, but I don't know you. Should we know each other?"

As soon as these words came out, Wu Yisa burst out laughing, "Oh, hahahaha, I, Xu Fengming, never thought in my life that you, Zou Yu, could call me you, hahahahahaha." But he didn't expect that his laughter would stop abruptly the next moment, and his expression suddenly became extremely serious. He turned around and waved his sleeves, "Someone! Call the two princesses over!"

Ouyang Qingshu was startled and quickly hid behind Wan Sutong, asking in a low voice, "Manager Wan, why do I feel that I am not afraid of the identity of His Majesty the Wujin Kingdom, but I am afraid of him as a person? And why am I so familiar with the name Xu Fengming?"

Wan Sutong chuckled after hearing this and said, "You are familiar with it. Trust me, we won't harm you. You will know everything in a while."

Ouyang Qingshu nodded doubtfully, and then stood silently between the couple.

Wu Yisa turned to look at Ouyang Qingshu, and then sneered, "You are still so tactless. What are you thinking? You even stood between the couple."

After hearing this, Ouyang Qingshu felt that she was unwilling but had to obey Wu Yisa, so she turned her head to look at Zhao Jinghua.

But seeing that Zhao Jinghua was looking out the window with his head tilted to the side, and had no intention of paying attention to her, she could only walk to the side. However, before she could take a step, Wan Sutong grabbed her wrist and said, "Oh, it's okay. My brother likes to meddle in other people's business. Don't worry about what he says. Besides, my husband is not a stingy person. If he didn't like it, he would have said it long ago." At this point, she smiled at Zhao Jinghua, "Aren't you right, husband?"

Who would have thought that just as he finished speaking, before Zhao Jinghua could say anything, Wu Yisa suddenly raised her voice like a cat with its fur standing on end, "Am I meddling in other people's business? I'm just afraid that my brother-in-law will be angry!"

However, Zhao Jinghua remained silent. Instead, he walked to the window and looked at the tall elm tree in the yard.

There were many red silks hanging on the branches of the elm tree. Starting from the top, the silks became shorter as they went down. The silks that were within reach were even short enough to tie a knot.

Just when everyone was curious about why Zhao Jinghua was so abnormal, they heard Zhao Jinghua ask in a puzzled tone, "Is the red silk hanging on the tree a custom of Wujin Country?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Yisa hurriedly walked to Zhao Jinghua and followed his line of sight. "Yes, it was hung on my birthday half a month ago... No, it was hung on Wu Yisa's birthday. It is hung every year. It symbolizes longevity. What's wrong with that?"

Zhao Jinghua neither nodded nor shook his head, but looked up at Wu Yiwan's figure approaching from afar. "No, maybe I'm too suspicious."

Seeing Zhao Jinghua's hesitation to speak, Wu Yisa shook her head helplessly and said, "Is there anything we can't talk about with our relationship? First, you are my brother-in-law, and second, we are close friends. What are you afraid of?"

Wan Sutong also walked up to Zhao Jinghua and said, "Besides, my brother is also your uncle."

0533 After hearing this, he said in an extremely awkward tone, "Host, you'd better not say that."

Zhao Jinghua sighed and frowned, hesitating for a moment before speaking, "If it is a custom, then it is nothing, but I see that this tree trunk is faintly emitting a yin energy, I am afraid it is more than just a custom..."

After hearing this, Wu Yisa frowned and asked hurriedly, "Why do you say that?"

"In ancient times, the witch clan had a secret method. When all things were withering, they would find a hundred-year-old poplar tree and hang it with red silk. The silk should be hung from the top of the tree, from long to short, and the long one should not exceed one foot, and the short one should not be shorter than two inches. Finally, a name written with a mixture of boy's blood and cinnabar would be buried under the tree roots. Within three months, the person's body would fester, and the wounds would look like smallpox. After the person died, his soul would be attached to the poplar tree. One poplar tree can carry the souls of ten people, and they would be immortal, unable to speak, free from disease and pain, and enjoy solitude forever." At this point, Zhao Jinghua chuckled with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "This can be regarded as a symbol of longevity, right?"

Wu Yisa's pupils shrank when she heard this, and she hurriedly stepped out to investigate, but Zhao Jinghua raised his hand and grabbed her arm. "If it was killed half a month ago, there is no need to worry, but think about who knows this custom and can get the boy's blood." At this point, Zhao Jinghua stopped talking and loosened his hand.

There was silence in the room for a long time. Just when Wan Sutong was about to ask, Wu Yiwan and Ye Mianwan pushed the door and walked in.

Wu Yisa, Wan Sutong and 0533 immediately understood

Wu Yisa hurriedly pretended to be calm and introduced Ouyang Qingshu to Wu Yiwan. "Zou Yu, come and see, my sister brought a girl who looks exactly like you." After the words fell, everyone in the room was looking forward to Wu Yiwan's next reaction.

After hearing this, Wu Yiwan turned to look at Ouyang Qingshu. The moment she saw her, her expression was first fear, then surprise, and then curiosity.

Zhao Jinghua took advantage of Wu Yiwan's moment of daze and called out "Mother".

As expected, Wu Yiwan subconsciously responded to Zhao Jinghua's call, "Hey, what's up?"

After hearing this, Zhao Jinghua's eyes gradually became filled with complex emotions. He raised his hand and took the wooden chair beside him.

Seeing this, Ye Mianwan's pupils suddenly shrank and his tone was full of panic, "Brother-in-law! What are you doing!"

But just as he finished speaking, Zhao Jinghua raised his hand and knocked Wu Yiwan unconscious, then helped Wu Yiwan sit on a wooden chair. "What? Do you think I want to hit her with a wooden chair?"

Ye Mianwan stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, lowered her head and stopped talking.

Wan Sutong smiled and walked over to her and took her aside. "Your brother-in-law has no violent tendencies and will not hurt Wu Yiwan. After all, she is his biological mother."

0533 raised his hand to his forehead and said, "Your shout almost ruined the matter. If my host's husband had been a little slower, Wu Yiwan would have come to her senses."

Ye Mianwan smiled with a guilty tone, "Brother-in-law, I'm sorry, hehe."

"No problem." Zhao Jinghua picked up another wooden chair and placed them back to back. Then he raised his hand and motioned Ouyang Qingshu to sit down. "Please."

Ouyang Qingshu nodded obediently and walked to the wooden chair to sit down. Zhao Jinghua conjured up a teacup and a brush filled with cinnabar ink, then turned sideways and looked at Wan Sutong. "Madam, it's your turn."

Wan Sutong took a step forward and rubbed his hands nervously, "Forget it, what if I draw it wrong? Let's find someone else."

Zhao Jinghua shook his head slightly and handed the brush to Wan Sutong. At this moment, his eyebrows and eyes were smiling and full of affirmation. "Madam, you have practiced very well last night. I believe that you will not make any mistakes."

Wan Sutong looked at Zhao Jinghua and then at Ouyang Qingshu, then asked, "Do you trust me?" Ouyang Qingshu nodded with trust in her eyes.

Wan Sutong smiled and was about to start writing when Wu Yisa stopped him. He turned his head to look at Zhao Jinghua and said anxiously, "What if something goes wrong? She is the pillar of my company, can't you draw it?"

"It must be drawn by a virgin girl." He handed the cinnabar ink to Wan Sutong. Wan Sutong nodded and dipped a brush in cinnabar ink. Then he squatted down and drew a circle around the two of them.

After hearing this, Wu Yisa muttered in confusion, "Virgin?" Then she came to her senses, "That means Wu Yiwan completed it all by herself! No one helped her! Then how did she know this method?"

Zhao Jinghua did not say anything after hearing this, but squatted beside Wan Sutong and handed cinnabar ink to her from time to time. 0533 took a manuscript and carefully compared it with Wan Sutong to see if there were any mistakes.

Wu Yisa didn't say anything when she saw that no one was paying attention to her, but Wan Sutong suddenly said, "Except for herself, who can help her do such a wicked thing? I guess she found it in an ancient book."

Ye Mianwan chuckled after hearing this, but was afraid of disturbing Wan Sutong, so she could only cover her mouth and laugh secretly.