章 150: Chapter 8: The God of Wealth, But Not One Hair Falls Out_1

"Ten li to the east of the village...under the old locust tree."

The childlike fierce ghost answered dryly and reached out its slender arm toward the Hell Money in Wealth God Wang Xuan's hand.

With a quick movement, Wealth God Wang Xuan made a larger-than-life enveloping gesture.

Smack!

The fierce ghost was struck so hard it spun around, then looked at Wealth God Wang Xuan with a crestfallen expression, asking with difficulty, "Why...why did you hit me?"

The smile vanished from Wealth God Wang Xuan's face.

He said coldly, "Daring to snatch the Wealth God's money, do you no longer desire a next life?"

Both humans and ghosts were dumbfounded.

Who the hell snatched your money, wasn't it you who offered it?

Uh—

Wait,

He actually never said he would give away money,

He just took it out...