Chapter 277: She's Worse Than a God Stick When It Comes to Making Money

Village Chief Wang was infuriated, his resentful energy thickened significantly, and yin energy surged drastically. As his palm swiped towards Wang Sanquan, it raised a gust of yin wind that sent the mourning hall's paper money and yellow papers fluttering chaotically while incense candles broke simultaneously. The sinister energy chilled everyone present, whitening their faces.

Although Wang Sanquan was not hit by the palm, he felt as though his entire body was cold as if he was in an ice cellar. More terrifyingly, it felt as if something was stuffed in his neck, leaving him unable to utter a word.

It wasn't that something was stuffed; it was Village Chief Wang, furious at his inability to harm this rebellious son, who leaped onto his son's neck, continuously choking him with both hands. Although he felt no physical sensation, it still had an effect.