"What a coward."

"No idea!"

Not to mention being a concubine, she is naturally worried that the world will not be in chaos.

Their father is either a second-level priest or a first-level priest, and cannot support much.

But if Chu's house can become chaotic, he might take the opportunity to fight for the name of his wife.

"Let's go, there's no good show to watch."

After looking at the hall for a few more times, the two people standing guard in front of the courtyard also asked themselves to be bored and left quickly.

Until late at night.

Chu Xiaoyong, who was walking in a hurry, then left and returned. Facing Uncle Chang who didn't dare to raise his head, his face was so dark that water could almost drip from his face.

"Trash, what an out-and-out old trash!"

"After all, he is a third-level high priest. He has lived like a dog all his life. He can offend an evil cultivator and be hunted for him. Is it possible that now I have to ask High Priest Xia Fenghan to provide him with justice?"

"Fuck you, I managed to borrow a thousand people's supplies from outside, and now they're gone?"

Chang Bo was too cowardly to speak out.

The supplies for a thousand people were lent to the Zhushikeng tribe and must be returned.

If Zhang Tai was still in power, the creditors would certainly not be anxious. At worst, they would just let him pay off the debt with his own body.

Chu Xiaoyong was even happy that his father-in-law's tribe would go bankrupt and the whole family would go to his son-in-law.

Wouldn't it be nice to have another third-level priest in Hebu by then?

It's a pity that the ambitious old father-in-law passed away just as the abacus beads were ringing, leaving behind a lot of mess.

Thousands of people and supplies were gone, and the Zhushikeng tribe had long been burned to ashes by fire, and Chu Xiaoyong needed to repay it.

The death of the third-level priest, although it was not a serious injury, would inevitably make the onlookers laugh, and the marriage would be in vain.

The second wife, Ke Yun, was beaten. This bitch, Zhang Cuicui, was just like his old father-in-law who was sent to hell. He did not know whether to live or die.

"This bitch..."

Chu Xiaoyong slowly squeezed out four words from between his teeth.

If Zhang Cuicui and Ke Yun hadn't made a big fuss, there would be so many people staring at the Chu Mansion, and they would have been waiting for him to get angry and find someone to blame, as a threat.

Otherwise, we just need to find an excuse for Zhang Cuicui to go back to the Zhushikeng tribe to find out whether the information is true or not.

When Zhang Tai is still alive, then everything will be fine, just treat it as a false alarm.

But if Zhang Tai really dies, the Zhushikeng tribe is also finished, and the third wife of the clan leader who cannot bring any benefits needs to follow.

Chu Mansion does not raise useless people.

Even if it were the first lady and the second lady whom he had been with for several years, Chu Xiaoyong would not change the rules he had set.

But even if someone was watching, Chu Xiaoyong decided that he must vent the anger in his stomach tonight.

"Uncle Chang, help me make arrangements for Abei to send a few newcomers over at night."

"Yes, I will let Abei make arrangements now."

Chang Bo still lowered his head and turned around to leave.

But at this moment, there was another noise outside Chu's house, which attracted the attention of the two people.

The servants came in a hurry.

"Clan leader, outside is Priest Wang Qi from the Xiao tribe. The one who came back with the news at noon is the captain of the investigation team. He said that he has something to discuss with the clan leader in person."

"Wang Qi?"

Chu Xiaoyong searched his mind for the owner corresponding to this name and couldn't help but frown.

The newly promoted first-level priest of Xiaobu, a little transparent person who was squeezed out by a few old guys?

Why did he come to my place?

"Invite him...invite Priest Wang Qi to come in."

Chu Xiaoyong thought for a while and decided to meet the other person. After all, he was a priest in the tribe, so he had to give him the face he deserved.

The servants left, and after a while, they led Wang Qi away and back again.

"Priest Wang, I've heard about you a long time ago. You are truly a talented person!" Chu Xiaoyong forced out a smile and welcomed Wang Qi to sit down at the main seat, while he sat at the guest seat.

"I wonder what you want to talk to me about when you visit me late at night?"

Wang Qi lazily raised his head and glanced at Chang Bo. It was not until Chu Xiaoyong introduced his identity again that he said slowly, "It's nothing big. It's just that the survivors of the Zhushikeng tribe asked me to deliver something to Mrs. Zhang Cuicui and Chief Chu.

, I have nothing to do, so I might as well go there myself tonight."

"Oh? What?"

"A little magic mine." Wang Qi turned his hand and pulled out a small bag from his pocket.

"High Priest Zhang Tai had a hard life. He wiped out a base left by the evil cultivators and searched for these sacred mines. Unexpectedly, before he could use them, the leader of the evil cultivators came to visit him. Before he died, he asked

The confidants took all these sacred mines away, saying that if they were given to Mrs. Zhang and Chief Chu, they would be safe."

"Is there still such a thing?"

After hearing this, Chu Xiaoyong couldn't help showing a bit of surprise on his face.

This Tai is still a human being.

Before he died, he knew that it was difficult to get supplies for his thousand men, so he asked someone to send these sacred mines to buy Zhang Cuicui a life, right?

Thinking like this, Chu Xiaoyong's mood, which had been gloomy all afternoon, finally relaxed a little and turned from gloomy to sunny.

With the divine mine as compensation, at least part of the material pressure can be alleviated and the current crisis can be alleviated.

But unfortunately, when Wang Qi opened his eyes again, the sunny sky that had just seen light suddenly became overcast and it started to rain heavily.

"Originally, there are twenty kilograms, but according to the tribe's rules... I will walk away with 50% of the score, so I will leave you with exactly ten kilograms."

"Ten pounds?!"
Chapter completed!