Chapter 32

On both sides were smooth walls, and the room was filled with a strong smell of blood. In front of him were two people in extreme panic.

The man was holding a large bundle, as if ready to run at any moment.

The old woman had a bandage wrapped around her head and her wrists, indicating that she had treated her wounds somewhere today.

However, at this moment, both of them were trembling all over. The old woman pointed at the wall and screamed hoarsely, "Look, he's watching us! Oh, Lord! The God of Wealth has come to life!"

Ding Ning was indeed watching them. He wished he could turn these two scoundrels to ashes immediately. He even tried to raise his hand, but the hand he raised was the one outside the window; the one inside the room had no strength to lift.

But the two people below seemed to sense something. The man fell to his knees with a thud and shouted at Ding Ning, "Lord of Wealth, Lord of Wealth, I have always sincerely worshiped you, yes, yes, yes! I want to get rich, but who in this world doesn't want to get rich? We took the wrong path and offended you. From today on, I swear I will reform and turn over a new leaf, donating all the ill-gotten gains."

As he spoke, the man opened his backpack, which contained about thirty to forty thousand yuan.

Ding Ning didn't feel much anger until he saw the money, but as soon as he did, his anger flared up, and he wished he could kill the two immediately.

This scene was even more terrifying for the man and the old woman.

The portrait of the God of Wealth had been on the wall for half a year, and today, it had come to life. Although it hadn't spoken or moved, the anger on its face was clearly visible.

The originally fair and clean God of Wealth now had a sullen face, and his eyes seemed to be spitting fire. Whether it was their illusion or not, they even saw the God of Wealth about to throw the golden ingot in his hand at them.

The man was overwhelmed by extreme fear, almost losing his courage. He had never heard of a deity getting angry like this.

Glancing at the old woman beside him, the man suddenly had a wicked idea.

"Lord of Wealth, it's all this woman's fault. She has always wanted to get rich and encouraged me to do those heinous deeds. Today, Lord of Wealth is angry, and I am sincerely repentant, but this woman has no such awareness. To prevent her from continuing to harm others, I will eliminate her today. Please calm down, Lord!"

As he spoke, the man, taking advantage of the old woman's shock, suddenly pulled out a dagger and stabbed her in the throat!

Blood splattered! The old woman clutched her throat in pain, looking at the man in disbelief.

"Don't look at me. You have angered the deity, which is more terrifying than being executed. To calm the Lord of Wealth, you should die and be reborn sooner!"

The man roared with a hideous face and kicked her.

The old woman fell into a pool of blood, convulsing, and soon died.

Watching the murder before him, Ding Ning was surprisingly calm.

He didn't immediately break through the window. His main focus was on the portrait of the God of Wealth.

At this moment, he was absolutely certain that he had inherited the power of the God of Wealth, and this inheritance seemed to have many functions he hadn't discovered yet.

The idea of possessing the God of Wealth's portrait was something he had never even dared to imagine, but today it happened naturally, with no difficulty at all.

He even felt that if his power were stronger, he could do even more unexpected things.

In this short time, he had tried to make the God of Wealth's portrait glare and show anger, and he had also tried to raise his hand, but it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and his current strength couldn't lift it.

He tried to open his mouth to curse the two scoundrels, but the mouth of the God of Wealth's portrait was sealed, as if glued shut.

If his power were high enough, could he use the God of Wealth's portraits around the world to travel thousands of miles?

Could he also speak and move, or even make the God of Wealth walk out of the portrait?

Ding Ning was captivated by his beautiful vision and momentarily forgot to go into the room to kill the man.

The man, after killing the old woman, observed the God of Wealth's portrait and found it gradually becoming blank, losing its vitality and returning to the expressionless God of Wealth.

"Did it work?"

The man's face showed surprise. Although he had killed the old woman who had been with him for decades, calming the deity was worth it.

"No, I can't stay here. I have to leave."

The man, no longer caring about the God of Wealth's portrait, which he dared not touch, picked up his backpack and fled through the door.

Ding Ning watched the man's figure disappear outside the door before coming to his senses.

"I am the God of Wealth, and this is normal. I just need to understand more things. When I achieve a higher realm, I might truly become the God of Wealth."

Ding Ning quickly set his goal: to continue cultivating and never stop. Perhaps one day, he would become a deity.

But the most important thing at the moment was to eliminate the evil man.

Quickly circling around to the front door, Ding Ning saw the man sneaking away.

"Can you escape?"

Ding Ning said from behind, and the man trembled all over, like a frightened bird, and ran forward without looking back.

Ding Ning sneered, and a jade ball appeared in his palm.

"The evil you have done is not enough to be repaid by execution. May you be struck by lightning!"

The jade ball emitted a thunderous aura, which interacted with the air, creating a thunderstorm!

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning shot down from the night sky!

"Boom!"

With a scream, the man was struck by the lightning!

A burnt smell rose, and the man's clothes turned to rags, his hair standing on end.

Even in the dark, Ding Ning could see the man's skin was charred black, and white smoke was rising from it.

He tried to open his mouth to say something but couldn't. He convulsed and swayed, then finally fell to the ground.

Ding Ning walked over without any emotion, looked down, and saw the man was dead.

Such a direct lightning strike was something an ordinary person could never survive. Although the man had some martial arts skills and a strong body, he was still killed by Ding Ning's lightning.

Ding Ning reached out and took the man's backpack, pulling out the money inside.

Since inheriting the power of the God of Wealth, Ding Ning had an intense love for money, an instinct that didn't depend on his will.

But this time, he wasn't particularly interested in the money.

Some of it was probably the rent for him and Lin Xuan, but most of it was ill-gotten gains, the blood money of those college students. Ding Ning had originally planned to take back the rent, but now he wanted to use the money to compensate the families of the victims.

At this moment, Lin Xuan's fat body ran over from a distance, shouting, "Brother Ding, Brother Ding! It's a ghost! There's thunder in the middle of the night. We should leave here."

When he reached Ding Ning, he saw Ding Ning standing there and the man lying on the ground, charred. He opened his mouth in shock, not knowing what to say.

"Take it."

Ding Ning handed the money to him.

"Brother Ding... what is this?"

"Find the addresses of the victims' families and send them the money. Tell them... tell them it's from a kind person."