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

Wang Chong and his men didn't want to stay with those bandits, so he rolled up his sleeves and called a group of brothers to start working. He rushed towards the convulsing Rong Qing in the hot sun and attacked him directly.

In an instant, a cold wind blew up, and the corpses that were originally wrapped in black bags were blown up. Wang Chong also successfully climbed onto Rong Qing's body, pointing at the blown corpses and shouting loudly.

"Brothers, throw these bandits out, and that traitor! How dare they bring people to steal these things! Bah! Break their bones! Killed so many villagers, and even such grown children! Damn it! Smash them all!"

The powerful roar was so loud that it shook the heavens, shocking all the people who were just watching the show.

Logically speaking, they shouldn't promote superstition, but with so many corpses, it's okay for Chu Heng, as a family member, to seek psychological comfort.

But who could tell them what was going on? Was it a ghost? If it was just a ghost, they could understand it, but those wrapped bodies were really opened and the bones were thrown out.

If it were all of them, that would be fine, but the problem is that they have a goal and discipline! The wind was blowing everywhere, but nothing else happened, just those dozens of corpses were thrown everywhere.

No one wanted to stop him but dared. They all looked at the Taoist priest who was giving orders with one hand on his hip.

As if noticing their gazes, Wang Chong restrained himself and saluted everyone. "Wang Chong of the 7th Regiment of the 31st Division, lead the cultural relics escort team back to their positions."

Putting his hands down, Wang Chong pointed at the flying corpses and said, "There's a traitor in the team. He brought a group of bandits to steal the cultural relics and killed many villagers! We can't take these people's bodies away!"

No one answered, and Wang Chong didn't care. He just kept reporting the names of the villagers who had died tragically at the hands of the bandits.

"Qian Dali, a local villager, was 58 years old and married. His son, Qian Yonggang, was drafted into the army. His daughter-in-law, He Cuicui, was killed by bandits. His grandson, Qian Xiaoniu, had one leg chopped off by bandits. He died of illness after six years of guarding the lake to protect underwater cultural relics and clear corpses."

Wang Chong pointed to the place above that wasn't even a house, and continued with a choked voice, "Qian Xiaohua, a local villager, was unmarried at the age of sixteen. While trying to protect cultural relics, she threw down bandits and jumped into the lake, where she drowned.

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"Grandma He was 63 years old. Before she died, she was still holding on to the bandits, buying us time to wipe them out. They all died protecting cultural relics at the hands of bandits! We will not allow these bandits to commit all the evil they did and still be buried next to them!"

Wang Chong was firm in his attitude, and the other ghosts also echoed him, saying that they would absolutely not admit it!

Those people were skeptical at first, but when Wang Chong counted them one by one, they were deeply moved. They felt that these martyrs were still guarding the country's cultural relics after their death, as well as the villagers who sacrificed their lives.

Of course, they would not let these bandits be buried with the martyrs. After one person took the lead in saluting, everyone became solemn. The leader with the highest authority on the scene stepped forward and assured Wang Chong that they would definitely send them home and bury these villagers, and would definitely not let these bandits disturb the villagers' rest.

Wang Chong smiled widely after getting the guarantee. He instinctively looked at Su Jin, then looked away after seeing Chu Heng shaking his head implicitly.

He saluted the leader and said loudly, "All the cultural relics were reproduced one-to-one by Mr. Chang Ye. He worked day and night for three months. It was also Mr. Chang Ye who led the team through mountains and rivers to come here, divert water to form a lake, and protect the cultural relics."

Mr. Changye?

No one had heard of this name, but the antique appraiser was interested and immediately asked, "Does this Mr. Chang Ye..."

Wang Chong didn't say anything, just smiled and came out of Rong Qing's body.

Without Wang Chong's control, Rong Qing immediately collapsed weakly. His whole body seemed hollowed out, and he almost didn't have the strength to speak.

Is this gone?

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Rong Qing's apprentice immediately stepped forward and helped the man up. "Master, how are you? Are you okay?"

"Something's wrong. It's too cold. Hurry up and drag me out to get some sun. Damn it! Is he really possessed by a ghost?"

Rong Qing complained that this was different from what they had agreed upon. He was possessed by a ghost, so his life span would not be shortened!

Rong Qing thought about it and shivered with cold. Fortunately, it was one million, otherwise he would have lost a lot of money.

Chu Heng was speechless. This person's practice was really not that good.

He tilted his head and lowered his voice to say to Su Jin, "You can do whatever you want, and let him take the blame when the time comes."

Su Jin glanced at him with a gloomy look, "Is this the master's apprentice you were talking about?"

"Your skills aren't very good, but it's good enough to be a cover." Chu Heng winked at him, "When we get back to Beijing, I'll find an old Chinese medicine doctor and then tell him that you're a genius in Chinese medicine. That way, everything will go smoothly. As for your skills..."

Chu Heng looked coldly at Rong Qing who was dragged over to bask in the sun. "You can split the profits with him. You take the lion's share, and he gets the commission."

Su Jin felt it was okay, "Let him perform the ritual again later and give me everything he brought."

"Okay, I'll talk to him."

Chu Heng quickly went to find Rong Qing, and after making his request, Rong Qing directly refused it.

"No, no! I won't make this money anymore. It will shorten my life."

Chu Heng smiled and said, "I'm not going to do it, I'm just pretending. Two million, I promise there won't be any accidents."

When Rong Qing heard the two million, his eyes immediately lit up again. He grabbed Chu Heng's two fingers and asked, "Are you sure you're just pretending?"

"I am sure!"

Chu Heng was sincere, and Rong Qing immediately showed his payment QR code. This was money, so what if he got it again?

Chu Heng transferred the money quickly, and Rong Qing felt relieved after receiving the money. He immediately gave all his wealth to Chu Heng and told his apprentice to continue preparing to cast the spell.

After getting the things, Chu Heng went to Su Jin's tent and watched him spread out the yellow paper and draw talismans. His movements were smooth and there was no concealment at all.

"You really can."

Facing Chu Heng's question, Su Jin did not hide it. "After living for so many years, it's normal to have some skills."

"Traditional Chinese Medicine, Taoism, replicating cultural relics and antiques, what else do you know?"

"You can also hit people, do you want to try?"

Chu Heng chuckled helplessly, "I won't ask, don't be angry."

"You know I don't like it, but you still ask, are you sick?"

"I'm just curious." Chu Heng sat down next to him, turned on his phone and said to Su Jin, "By the way, I looked up the name Chang Ye, and I really found a person named Chang Ye in history."

Su Jin paused in drawing the talisman and looked up at him, "What do you mean?"

"In our time, we have a course called history, where all dynasties and famous people from ancient times to the present are written in history textbooks. Even if they are not included in the textbooks, the answers can be found online."

Chu Heng said as he handed the phone screen to Su Jin, "The third emperor of the dynasty was named Ye Fan. He had eleven sons. The seventh son was Ye Jin, whose courtesy name was Chang Ye."

Su Jin put down the pen in her hand and picked up the phone to look at it. Chu Heng's voice was heard in her ears.

"Ye Jin was the emperor's favorite son, a man of both civil and military talents. He joined the army at the age of fourteen, and at seventeen, he defended the border for three months against an enemy force several times his size, without retreating a single step. Although he protected the dynasty and repelled the enemy, he was also seriously injured. He died of illness three years later at the age of twenty, never marrying."