Gods of the Nation: You worship the God of Longevity, I worship the King of Hell!

Chapter 237 A killing spree!
Meanwhile, in Jiangdu City, at the Zhao family villa

--"boom!"

Several glasses collided heavily together.

Zhao Wanliang of the Zhao family, Qin Guangshan, the head of the Qin family, and Wu Jingzhi, the head of the Wu family, tilted their heads back and drank the wine in their cups in one gulp.

Qin Guangshan put down his wine cup and laughed loudly: "Wanliang, Brother Jingzhi, both of you have benefited greatly from this alliance of our three families. The Zhao family has lost a major threat and has firmly secured its position as the leader of the four major families; the Wu family has taken over the Lu family's business of ghost money and plague pills. From now on, they will both prosper even more!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wanliang rubbed the rim of the cup with his fingertips, a cold smile curving his lips.

Wu Jingzhi slowly swirled his empty glass, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

“Brother Qin, that’s not quite true,” Wu Jingzhi chuckled. “We’ll help you acquire the Lu Clan Temple at a low price. In the future, among the four great families, only your Qin family will possess two temples. You’ll have far more advantages than us.”

Qin Guangshan was not annoyed when his thoughts were exposed. Instead, his smile deepened: "Brother Wu is right, right! As long as we take over the Lu family temple, I will have another temple to worship the Plague God. Otherwise, I would really be worried about which main hall to demolish to house the Plague God."

He changed the subject, his tone slightly reproachful: "You know, this Plague Department is something else. It's a divine department that everyone avoids like the plague, yet they insist on having a main hall to invite the gods into the temple. Isn't that making things difficult for them?"

Besides, those newly rich guys in the west of the city aren't as obedient as Wan Liang's men.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have gone to such lengths.

Despite this, he couldn't hide the smugness in his eyes.

Acquiring an existing temple at a low price is a sure-fire way to make money, no matter what.

Wu Jingzhi, standing to the side, was not in the same good mood. His brows were furrowed: "In this alliance meeting, both of your families have truly benefited, but my Wu family has only come away empty-handed. I don't know what secret method that kid is hiding, but only he can make the ghost money. I tried it with the machines in his factory, and the ghost money he made was equally ineffective."

"Sigh, that kid really tricked me!"

Zhao Wanliang glanced at him and said indifferently, "Patriarch Wu, there's no need to be discouraged. If the ghost money doesn't work, there's still the Plague Pill. As long as we can get those Rakshasa remnants to open their mouths, this deal will be enough to make your Wu family a fortune."

“It’s not that easy.” Wu Jingzhi shook his head repeatedly, his tone grave. “Wang Zhidong is incredibly stubborn! I bribed the jailers and used all sorts of torture, but he wouldn’t utter a single word. The key is that the formula for the Plague Pill is in his hands, and no one else knows it except him.”

"What about the other remnant, Zeng Rou?" Zhao Wanliang took a sip of wine and asked casually.

"This woman is ten times more cunning than Wang Zhidong. I have sent people to provoke trouble many times, but she has remained as steady as a mountain, never revealing the slightest flaw. Unlike Wang Zhidong, who falls for the slightest temptation. If she doesn't commit any crimes, there's nothing I can do."

After all, you all know the relationship between Lord Yu and that kid.

I can't be too presumptuous. Going this far has already crossed the city lord's bottom line.

A ruthless glint flashed in Zhao Wanliang's eyes as he sneered, "Uncle Wu, how about I teach you a method?"

"Oh? What can I do?"

“There are no fewer than two or three hundred remnants of the Rakshasa Cult locked up in that prison… Pick a few insignificant ones and kill them as a sacrifice to the flag. Let’s see how long Wang Zhidong can hold out.”

Upon hearing this, Wu Jingzhi merely snorted coldly: "Ten thousand taels, are you joking? I just said that Yu Feng and Lu Chen have a close relationship, and you want me to hire someone to kill someone right under his nose?"

“A serious illness requires strong medicine.” Zhao Wanliang slowly sat up straight: “Yu Feng will not be willing to auction the Lu Clan Temple assets for another six months. If you do not obtain the Plague Pill formula in these six months, do not blame us for intervening to seize the treasure. After all, it was clearly stated at the alliance meeting that the benefits would be divided equally among the three parties. If you cannot obtain the underworld currency and the Plague Pill, it is because you are incompetent, not because of us.”

“That’s right,” Qin Guangshan chimed in with a smile.

Wu Jingzhi's expression changed, and a sense of urgency surged into his heart. After pondering for a while, he nodded heavily and said, "Okay! I'll think of another way."

Seeing this, Zhao Wanliang leaned back on the sofa with satisfaction, his eyes slightly narrowed, and said mockingly, "You guys said that kid was even more arrogant than me before, but what happened? He actually died a miserable death in the collapse of the secret realm. All the little bit of wealth he had just accumulated went to the three of us. Don't you think that's a huge joke?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Guangshan and Wu Jingzhi burst into laughter.

"Hilarious! Absolutely hilarious!"

Zhao Wanliang also laughed, but there was a cold calculation in his laughter.

"Now that we've dealt with the Lu family, it's time... to take care of the Sun family."

He thought to himself, his eyes surging with desire.

"Just one step away from reaching 33% of the Divine Servant level. Rongrong, you can't escape!!!"
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On the other side, the Lu family.

Sun Qingcang also told Lu Chen everything that had happened during this period.

From the very beginning, the Zhao family did their best to promote the Lu family temple, even setting aside a space in their own temple to advertise and guide worshippers to the Lu family temple to pray and make requests.

On the day Lu Chen had his accident, the Zhao family immediately turned their backs on him, not only removing all the publicity but also issuing a strict order—anyone who entered the Lu family temple to pray for blessings was forbidden from entering the Zhao family temple again.

This fatal blow nearly drove the Lush Temple to the brink of destruction.

As for the actions of the Qin and Wu families, Sun Qingcang recounted them all without omission.

“That’s how it is.” Sun Qingcang’s voice was deep and somber. “If it weren’t for the city lord’s intervention, they probably would have already divided up the Lu Clan Temple.”

Sun Qingcang thought Lu Chen would be furious, but to his surprise, Lu Chen ate slowly and calmly the whole time.

It was as if I was listening to something completely unrelated to myself; I felt no ripples whatsoever.

"Aren't you... angry?" Sun Yourong couldn't help but ask when she saw this.

"Angry?" Lu Chen shook his head and chuckled. "At my level now, they're no longer worthy of making me angry." Upon hearing this, Sun Qingcang and Sun Yourong's expressions changed, both puzzled.

"What do you mean?" Sun Yourong pressed.

Lu Chen didn't explain. After eating and drinking his fill, he stretched and slowly said, "I originally thought it was only Zhao Wanliang, but I didn't expect the Qin family and the Wu family to jump out as well... But then again, Zhao Wanliang had told me about their little schemes before."

But the Wu family had some prior relationship with them.

I didn't expect them to be so impatient this time too.

He chuckled lightly: "Grandpa Sun was right. When it comes to scheming and manipulation, if the Wu family claims to be second, no one dares to claim to be first. Such opportunists are indeed not worth getting close to."

Upon hearing this, Sun Qingcang nodded silently.

Although his father and Mr. Wu had a long-standing friendship, it was just a tacit acquaintance.

He himself didn't have a good impression of the Wu family, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to the Zhao family in the north of the city instead of staying close by when he was praying for the old man's longevity.

"So what are your plans next?" Sun Qingcang said solemnly, "If needed, Uncle Sun will do his best to help."

"No need. I can handle the three of them more than enough."

"You think you can fight against three families with one family?" Sun Qingcang's face turned pale. "Xiao Chen, don't be reckless. Those three families are powerful clans. Even Lord Yu, the city lord, would have to be wary of them if they joined forces."

"Don't worry, Uncle Sun. I'm absolutely certain that I can say this. So-called powerful clans are just stronger and have more troops."

He changed the subject and asked, "Uncle Sun, how many spiritual practitioners of the fourth rank or above are there in the Qin, Zhao, and Wu families combined?"

"About... twenty or thirty," Sun Qingcang answered instinctively, then asked疑惑地问道, "Why are you asking this?"

Lu Chen said no more, and with a thought, the Plague Emperor Banner flew out automatically.

With a flash of blue light, seven figures entwined with a dark blue aura suddenly appeared, and a dense aura of yin energy instantly spread out.

“Are these the vengeful ghosts from the mass grave?” Sun Yourong’s pupils contracted, then she realized something was wrong: “No… they look a little different.”

Sun Qingcang gasped in shock: "Fourth rank?! Seven fourth-rank ghosts?!"

"These are no ordinary vengeful ghosts. These are plague ghosts refined by my magical artifact, their strength surpassing that of ordinary vengeful ghosts. As for their numbers..."

He smiled slightly:
“I have more than three hundred such plague demons.”

--boom! ! ! !
It was as if a thunderbolt had exploded in Sun Qingcang and Sun Yourong's minds.

The father and daughter's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Three...more than three hundred fourth-grade ghosts?!"

How... how is this possible?!
Lu Chen then leisurely picked up his fully charged phone and dialed a number.

The call was answered almost instantly, and Zeng Rou's terrified, tearful voice came through the receiver: "Cult Leader! Is that you?! Is it really you?!"

Even without speakerphone enabled, the sound was clearly audible to everyone present.

Lu Chen picked up a toothpick and casually picked his teeth: "It's me, I'm back. I heard Elder Wang was framed by the Wu family and imprisoned?"

On the other end of the phone, Zeng Rou's voice choked up instantly: "Yes! He's been locked up for half a month! The Wu family has been pressing him for the recipe for the Plague Pill, but Elder Wang refused to tell them, so they set him up!"

Lu Chen nodded: "It's alright. From now on, follow my instructions."

"Yes! What should I do?"

“It’s very simple. First, have all the brothers in the factory change into Rakshasa Cult uniforms. I’ll go to the city lord’s mansion and then come back.”

"The City Lord's Mansion?" Zeng Rou was taken aback.

"Okay, I'll go exchange it for a Dan Shu Iron Certificate."

At this point, Lu Chen's composure finally vanished, and the bloodthirsty light that had been suppressed in his eyes erupted completely:

"Today, I'm going to go on a killing spree!"

　I'm catching up on yesterday's chapter, and I've been slacking off again.

　　I've spent the whole afternoon thinking about what will happen next in the story.

　　My head was about to explode from thinking about it, but thankfully the results were good.

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(End of this chapter)