After spending some more time erasing all traces of their arrival, Lin Chuchu looked back once more after leaving the ancestral grave.

"I'd also like to see what the coffin inside looks like."

With so many people, this was a rare opportunity to come into contact with an ancient corpse, and I never thought I would miss it.

Team Leader Qin's eyes widened suddenly, and he gave Lin Chuchu a strange look, not expecting that Lin Chuchu would have such a peculiar hobby.

But I still said it.

"I reckon there are no descendants left in this graveyard; the bodies have probably been thrown away somewhere."

Lin Chuchu had already guessed this possibility and couldn't help but sigh, "These people will do anything for money. Isn't he afraid that ghosts will climb into his bed in the middle of the night?"

Aside from feeling terrified when she first arrived, Lin Chuchu has become much bolder now; otherwise, she wouldn't be talking about ghosts and spirits here.

Xiao Lu felt a chill run from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. "Sister Chu Chu, please stop talking. The more you talk, the more I feel like something is watching us."

She rubbed her arms and looked around in fear, as if afraid that some dark figure might jump out from behind the trees.

Lin Chuchu was speechless. It seemed like what she said was even scarier than what she herself had said.

Several people hurriedly got into the car, leaving some others behind to cover their tracks.

Soon, everyone drove back.

To avoid running into the enemy, they took a detour at the crossroads and circled around outside the city before returning.

By the time we got back to base, it was already broad daylight.

Lin Chuchu was already exhausted, but she insisted on returning to her place, quickly washed up, and went straight to bed.

Those returning from the cemetery did not notice anything unusual. Around noon, several vehicles loaded all the boxes from the cemetery onto the trucks, with cover provided.

Soon the car drove out of the capital city.

The car left safely, and the head of the bodyguards went to a courtyard house in Beijing.

The courtyard house looks simple from the outside, but it is very well decorated.

The bodyguards arrived at the innermost room, where a statue of Guan Yu was enshrined in the center. The statue was very lifelike, with a daunting gaze fixed ahead.

An old man with gray hair was kneeling in front of Guan Yu. He was about sixty years old, but he was well-maintained and had very few wrinkles on his face.

He held a string of Buddhist prayer beads in his hand, which clicked in the quiet space.

"You're back. Did you deliver the things?"

The bodyguard replied respectfully, "Yes, boss, all the boxes have been sent out."

"Yes, that's good."

The room fell silent for a moment. The bodyguard asked, puzzled, "Boss, didn't you say there was no problem? Why did you send the things out?"

It pained him to see so much gold and silver jewelry being sent away.

The old man opened his eyes and his gaze fell on the bodyguard.

“You’ve been by my side for ten years, but you still don’t understand what you should. This is called being prepared for a rainy day. It’s absolutely worth it to exchange those material possessions for the stability of the entire family for the next hundred years.”

If possible, he wants to leave China and go to the United States to obtain permanent residency.

Unfortunately, the current situation is not suitable.

He was a traitor, but he still wanted a good reputation, hoping that one day his descendants would be respectfully welcomed back by China.

The bodyguard lowered his head and stopped speaking. From a young age, he had been instilled with the absolute importance of obeying orders and being loyal to the family. He could not understand, but he had to carry out orders.

Now that the goods have been sent out of the capital, there's no longer a time bomb or any leverage against him, so the higher-ups can't do anything to him.

Lin Chuchu slept until the afternoon before getting up groggily. After washing up, she ate something to fill her stomach before going to find the base leader and presenting him with a pile of gold and silver jewelry.

Everyone present gasped in shock. "How much money is that? How much did Fang embezzle?"

The base leader's eyes widened in anger. In those turbulent times, who knows how much the other side might have taken away.

After saying this, the leader didn't mention who the person was, which disappointed Lin Chuchu, who was waiting for the rest of the story.

"Comrade Lin, there's no rush. You won't know until the time comes. Don't worry, the country will give you and Comrade Mu an explanation."

The leader comforted him in a low voice.

Lin Chuchu nodded, "Okay, I believe in the country."

She couldn't disbelieve it, because she had no way to investigate on her own, and the enemy's power was deeply entrenched, something she couldn't fight alone.

The old man is cunning and shrewd, but the younger one isn't as steady as the old goose, so the leaders decided to keep an eye on the younger one.

Chen Yi felt that life was not pleasant at all now, unlike when he was the director of the Revolutionary Committee.

In the past, people who met him would automatically give way, bowing and scraping, and would offer him any good things they had.

But what about now? The Revolutionary Committee has been abolished, and he, who once wielded immense power, can only obtain a sinecure.

The huge difference made him very uncomfortable.

After get off work, he didn't rush home because he didn't want to go back to face his wife, who looked haggard.

He went to the home of his lover, Widow Huang, who was 28 years old and had given birth to a child who was now ten years old.

Although she is not young, she is beautiful, with a slender waist, and speaks gently. Most importantly, she is obedient and sensible, unlike the shrewish old women in the family.

Seeing Chen Yi arrive, Widow Huang smiled and said, "You're here. Have you eaten? I'll make you some noodles."

After saying that, he was about to put the clothes in his hand aside.

The clothes were clearly men's clothes.

Chen Yi quickly stopped him, "No need, I've already eaten. Are you making clothes for me?"

Widow Huang nodded. "Yes, I want to make you a dress. I've seen wives make clothes for their husbands, so please don't be offended."

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