My wife is too strong, Mr. Chu can't stand it

"Great! This water is so cold! We can finally go home!"

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Many voices sounded at the same time, which was a bit noisy to be honest, but Su Jin did not lose his temper, but just listened quietly.

After scanning those people for the second time, he stopped at a skinny old man in particular, "Aren't you guys with them?"

The old man who was called out moved forward a little and answered him in the Yucheng dialect, "We are from the village."

Su Jin frowned, indicating that she didn't understand, so she asked for an online translator, "What did he say?"

"Uncle Qian is from this village. He showed us the way when we came here with our things, and he also provided us with cover. These are all local villagers."

A young man explained, and then smiled foolishly at Su Jin.

It was a bit silly, but before he could laugh for long, an older man pulled him down. He swam to the front, half of his body exposed, and raised one hand to protect the other ghosts behind him.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" The man was very alert and doubted the identities and purposes of Su Jin and Chu Heng. He knew that the things they guarded with their lives were buried under the water and must not be taken away by unidentified people.

The other ghosts stopped talking and became alert, showing ferocious looks, as if they were going to keep them all unless Su Jin could explain himself.

Su Jin did not answer. He frowned and thought. The memories of more than eighty years were too vague and it was difficult to remember them all.

What was important to these people was insignificant to him. He thought for a long time before he had a clue. He looked at Old Man Qian and asked, "Where is your Niu Wa?"

All thirty-six ghosts were shocked by this sentence. Old Man Qian's eyes widened. "How do you know about my grandson?"

This is also the question that others want to know, and they are all waiting for Su Jin's answer.

Su Jin didn't want to explain, but instead asked them, "It's fine if you died here, but why did you implicate others? And didn't you fight your way in? Did you all die here? Not a single one survived? When did you die?"

The series of questions confused them all, and Chu Heng felt very complicated.

He immediately pulled out his phone, pulled up an old black-and-white photo, and showed it to them. "Chu Yuanjie is my great-grandfather. His brother is Chu Yuandong. He was tasked with transporting antiques and cultural relics in 1936 and has been gone for 88 years. My great-grandfather's dying wish was for the descendants of the Chu family to find him and bring him home."

The cell phone was very small and difficult to see clearly from a distance, but Chu Heng's words instantly attracted the attention of all the ghosts, and they all looked at one of the young men.

The man was originally at the back, but after a moment of stunned silence he immediately swam over, and the other ghosts also made way to allow him to approach smoothly.

Chu Yuandong swam to the shore, half of his body stuck out of the water and stared at the photo. He wanted to hold the phone excitedly, but every time his hand passed through and he couldn't grab anything.

He was a little anxious, and at a loss, he shouted to the man in the photo, "Brother! I'm Dongzi! Why don't you say anything?"

Chu Heng looked at the man in front of him. He was in his early twenties, but he could vaguely find similarities with Chu Yuanjie. The hand holding the phone not only increased the strength, but also relaxed several times before he could open his mouth.

"Second Great Grandpa, Great Grandpa has been dead for thirty years."

Chu Yuandong stammered, "Thirty, thirty years?"

"Yes, you passed away eighty-eight years ago. Great-grandfather has been searching for you for fifty-four years, and Grandpa and Dad haven't given up either. At the time, we thought you were shipping something overseas. We searched every possible route, but there was no trace. We could only search among the antiques that were shipped overseas in 36, but we found nothing."

Chu Yuandong shook his head. "We weren't shipped to the coast. The ones that were sent out were fake! It was Mr. Chang Ye. He made a batch of fakes and replaced all the real ones. We followed Mr. Chang Ye here and hid everything underground. Mr. Chang Ye said that after the war is over, we can go home and reunite with our families. He asked us to wait here, and so we have been here ever since."

Chu Heng subconsciously looked at Su Jin. Mr. Chang Ye, you should be talking about Su Jin, right? This was Su Jin's identity and name at that time.

Chu Heng took a deep breath and asked, "What happened to you? Why did it become like this?"

Chu Yuandong wiped his eyes hard. He wanted to cry, but unfortunately ghosts had no tears. This was just his subconscious action.

Chu Yuandong choked up and said, "In the third year after we arrived here, some people couldn't stand it anymore and ran away. They were caught by a group of bandits and the location where the cultural relics were hidden was exposed. Those bandits came to rob them, and they all died, all died..."

Chu Yuandong lowered his head and cried, "It's all our fault for being useless. We couldn't protect the people in the village. Niu Wa was only eight years old, and his legs were broken. He pushed us into the lake one by one. We didn't want to be discovered, so we stayed on the mountain behind us to guard us. He died before he was fifteen."

Chu Yuandong's words made the air around them several degrees colder. Everyone lowered their heads in silence, lost in the memory of that night more than eighty years ago.

There were too many bandits, and they tried their best to protect the villagers, but they couldn't. They were originally a group of old, weak, women and children, and in the end only an eight-year-old child was left.

The only thing to be thankful for is that they kept the secret. For the next eighty years, they remained here, guarding the underwater cultural relics and not letting anyone take them away.

Chu Heng silently put away his phone. Although he already knew the result, he still felt heavy after hearing the process.

After a while, he finally asked, "Are you all in this lake?"

"Well, and the bodies of those bandits are all here."

"Okay, I'll have someone come to salvage your remains tomorrow, and then you can go home with them." Chu Heng quickly took out a notebook and a pen, "Tell me your names and hometowns, and I'll have someone look for them."

The older man spoke, "You don't have to write it down. Mr. Changye has already prepared it. He has placed it with the other artifacts. You will know it when we dig it up."

Chu Heng suddenly tightened his grip on the pen and slowly raised his head to look at Su Jin.

He wanted to ask why, but the words couldn't come out of his mouth.

Su Jin didn't say anything either, just looked at those people quietly. After a long time, he spoke, "Give me the box that was buried alone."

Separate boxes?

Only those who hid the cultural relics back then knew about it, so why would Su Jin know about it?

The ghosts all looked at Su Jin again. The middle-aged man asked, "Who are you? Why do you know about that thing?"

"That's mine." Su Jin looked at him coldly, "Wang Chong, I said I would take my things back myself."

Wang Chong was stunned. He didn't say his name. He remembered what Su Jin had asked Niu Wa before.

He reacted suddenly and almost immediately climbed out of the water, standing dripping wet in front of Su Jin. Buried under the water was his incomplete body.

One of his arms was broken and one of his legs was limping, not to mention the other scars of varying sizes on his body.

Wang Chong stared at Su Jin with eyes wide open, his lips opening and closing excitedly several times before he uttered, "You are Mr. Chang Ye."