In the gallery, the atmosphere was very strange.
"Little brother, do you... know this tomb? Are you sure you are not kidding?" Wu Sanri patted the back of his head fiercely to make himself more awake. He suspected that he was still dreaming.
"Yeah." Ye Bei said softly.
"You won't report us then?" Pan Shengcheng was wary.
Ye Bei shook his head gently, "No."
"Such a good thing?" Zhang Qitian didn't want to believe it.
This guy did not want 30 million and he even gave away the cemetery. They were afraid that what fell from the sky may not be pies, but a discus instead.
"Yes." Ye Bei nodded, his voice was flat, but his expression was extremely serious.
Wu Sanri stomped, "Fine! But, little brother, you always have to say a reason about that, right?"
"After the cemetery is opened, I will go in. " Ye Bei said. After all, those were his things which were buried from a thousand years ago, so he naturally wanted to see it.
"That's it?" Wu Sanri frowned.
This was the first time he had encountered such a strange thing in so many years.
When speaking, he raised his head slightly and looked at Ye Bei.
The young man in front of him was very handsome.
The skin was fair.
Those eyes are extremely clear.
But Wu Sanri, who thought he was good at seeing people, found that he couldn't see through this boy at all.
"That's it." Ye Bei nodded.
Wu Sanri, Pan Shengcheng, and Zhang Qitian looked at each other.
There was silence for nearly five minutes before the three of them all spoke together, "It's fine! We promised this condition..."
The temptation to Wang Xizhi's tomb was too great.
No matter what the young man thought, they were too lazy to think about it. They would dig up the tomb, get the contents, and then find a way to escape.
"All right." Ye Bei nodded.
"Then... we're going back to prepare things first! We'll do it later." Wu Sanri's heart was pounding. After saying this, he immediately took the two of his companions back to the antique shop.
...
Half an hour later.
Wang Xiu woke up, packed his luggage, and was about to leave, but Ye Bei stopped him so that he could continue to live in this store.
An hour later!
Wu Sanri, Zhang Qitian, and Pan Shengcheng walked into the gallery and entered the inner courtyard with a lot of tools wrapped in black cloth.
In front of the door, Wang Gu put away the calligraphy and painting and came over to watch curiously.
Wang Xiu also carried his hands on his back and wore a shirt, very puzzled.
As for Ye Bei, he stood quietly in the inner courtyard.
"Ancestor, what are they doing?" After seeing Wu Sanri and others brought out a lot of strange tools, Wang Xiu crouched and stood behind Ye Bei, and couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Robbing the tombs." Ye Bei didn't conceal it.
"Robbing the tombs?" Wang Xiu frowned. He was an artist, and he really didn't know much about the terminology of other industries.
Wang Gu, who was next to him, knew a little about some rare knowledge. After hearing the conversation, he immediately said, "Old Master, the meaning of this 'tomb robbing' is to dig a tomb and take out antiques from the burial objects of the dead."
"Oh? Could there be anything under our house?" Wang Xiu raised his brows.
Wu Sanri, Zhang Qitian, and Pan Shengcheng remained silent and continued to prepare tools. They were afraid of telling the facts and then this old man who sent the gallery away would not be able to accept it.
However, Ye Bei did not conceal, "This house of No. 32 Ancient Street was where Wang Xizhi lived a thousand years ago. He hid all his life's work here. It was only later that he left this place because of certain things, which was already forgotten by later generations."
"Wang Xizhi's tomb?" After hearing this, Wang Xiu finally understood what was going on, his body shook suddenly.
"Old Master?" Wang Xiu was only slightly shaken, but Wang Gu who had figured out the truth, his body trembled fiercely, his eyes widened, Wang Xizhi's tomb... If it was true, then he understood the meaning deeply.
If some calligraphy and painting could be extracted from it, the whole world would be in turmoil.
But now... the gallery was already Ye Bei's.
"Little Gu... the ancestor has his own plan on this matter, you are not allowed to intervene! Let's just watch it!" Wang Xiu could see Wang Gu's thoughts at a glance and shout unceremoniously.
"Yes." Wang Gu nodded, but his eyes were burning.
As for Ye Bei...
With his hands on his back, a white gown looked very dazzling in the midday sun.
Occasionally a gust of wind blew by, and the gown fluttered.
His eyes didn't have the slightest ripple. Looking at the busy Wu Sanri, his indifferent gaze seemed to have firmly grasped everything in his hands.
As time goes by, days wander about.
Many things, in the dark, have certain rules.
In fact...
This No. 32 Gu Street was not owned by the descendants of the Wang family.
But after countless years of evolution and eras, it finally returned to the Wang family...
But in the end, all the secrets still had to be revealed by Ye Bei.
...
Wu Sanri, Zhang Qitian, and Pan Shengcheng were indeed worthy of professional hand-to-hand masters.
Wu Sanri held a shovel in his hand.
One insert, one dig, one lift...
Every movement was extremely smooth, as if effortlessly, completely inconsistent with his old appearance.
Zhang Qitian was even more powerful. He was still young, with strong arms, and when he held the shovel, he dug fast. The sun of early spring fell on their faces and was full of sweat. There was no gap between them and they were still digging hard.
Pan Shengcheng was carrying bamboo baskets and constantly transporting the dug up soil to both sides of the courtyard.
Under the light of the sky, only an hour passed... a three-meter-deep hole had already appeared in front of everyone.
Huhu...
Through the hole, from time to time rushed upwards with a cold breath.
Wang Xiu and Wang Gu were watching from the side. At first, they were very curious but as time passed, they gradually felt boring... He turned and left, and went on a busy schedule. He wanted to wait for the tomb to be completely dug out, and then come back.
But Ye Bei remained motionless... his eyes were faint.
Two hours later.
The hole had reached a depth of six meters, and the cold air rising upwards was only getting stronger.
In the inner courtyard of the gallery, it was originally early spring, but now, a thin layer of frost was quietly attached to the willow trees with tender shoots.
But Wu Sanri and Zhang Qitian in the hole were not affected at all, instead, they were sweating more and more.
In six hours, the sky turned dark.
The hole had reached a depth of nine meters, the soil inside must be transported out with a rope.
Ye Bei, who had been motionless and extremely quiet, murmured in a low voice at this moment, "It's done."
The moment his voice just fell, in the hole, there was also a voice of excitement and laughter.
"I found the entrance to the tomb. Oh my god, this tomb is so big, not worse than some king's tombs! There is also a secret path... It seems that this time I really got rich! Hahaha..."
"Haha... hurry up and go in, there must be treasures inside!"
But after this laughter fell, Ye Bei stepped forward.
The white gown fluttered, without borrowing any ropes, jumped directly into the hole nearly 1.5 meters in diameter.
In the gallery, in the courtyard, Pan Shengcheng, who was about to go to the tomb, looked pale like paper.
A single arrow is easily broken, but not ten in a bundle.
Snapped!
Pan Shengcheng slapped his own head fiercely.
Then he stretched out his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead, then stared at the hole with wide eyes.
The muscles on the face were twisted.
With a bit of fear, he staggered to the entrance of the hole and shouted into it, "Old Wu, Zhang Qitian, are you all right? That idiot boy is crazy, he jumped in directly, I could not stop him, if you hear me, just signal out a sound!"
The voice was very loud, causing a crisp echo in the hole.
Huhu...
The bursts of cold rushed on his face, making him feel cold all over.
Just when Pan Shengcheng felt something really happened...
Inside, there was an unceremonious roar, "Shengcheng, what are you talking about? And why are you still staying outside? By the way, is the little brother in weird clothes still there?"
"No, no longer here... he..." Pan Shengcheng's head went blank suddenly, hearing Wu Sanri's voice, he felt that he was dreaming.
"Not there? Great, this is a good opportunity. You bring all the tools in... Also, you come in quickly, and also remove the ropes for me! No grave will have only one exit... When we enter the tomb, we will destroy the entrance, take away the contents, and then dig an exit from another place. All the contents inside will belong to us."
Wu Sanri was extremely excited.
But after saying this, Pan Shengcheng, who was still in the inner courtyard, looked even more ugly. He had seen Ye Bei jump in just now, but now, Wu Sanri in the tomb didn't seem to find Ye Bei at all?
...
The tomb was very cold inside because it was underground, so there was not even a trace of light.
However, when Ye Bei appeared, some candles on the wall all ignited automatically, and the dusty lampshade still couldn't block the bright light.
The tomb was extremely huge.
At least two hundred square meters.
The candlelight illuminated this place, and Ye Bei, who stood in it, became more leisurely.
He was so familiar with the architectural style in front of him.
On the edge of the east wall, there was a huge golden bookshelf made of Chinese giant redwood, on which were neatly placed a large number of unique historical books written by Ye Bei on a whim.
There was also an analysis of the 'overnight disappearance of Gods and Buddhas'.
There were also some strange things that Ye Bei encountered when traveling through mountains and rivers in ancient times.
Moreover, in history, the truth that had long been forgotten or tampered with.
Every book contained a shocking secret! Every book was long forgotten! Every book could cause a global sensation once taken to the outside and would become a national treasure and an existence that countless experts would frantically research all night.
There were many wooden nails on the edge of the west wall.
Hanging on it were some decorations, which seem simple but shocking.
If some historians or knowledgeable archaeologists came here, they would definitely be shocked.
Van Gogh's paintings, medieval bows, and arrows, prehistoric stone axes, ancient animal teeth.
This small wall seemed to be all recorded in the history of human civilization. The things here were enough to pinpoint modern humans, that had long been ingrained in the knowledge.
Now…
Ye Bei wore a long gown and carried his hands behind his back, standing in the middle of this secret room.
His eyes were not placed on the bamboo slips, nor on the decorations, but on the north wall, in a slightly yellowed cloth painting.
The canvas was made of silk cloth, which was woven one by one artificially since thousands of years ago.
Even after thousands of years had passed, under the refraction of candlelight, it still released a bright luster.
But the age was too old, the ink traces on the canvas have long been blurred, even the silk cloth, if it were to be touch slightly, it would turn into powder and disappear completely.
However, when looking at this painting, Ye Bei's mind could not help but the voice of the deceased came to light.
Thousands of years ago, it was also in such a study room.
A boy and a teenager sat facing each other at a desk.
Teenager, with a brush and paper, was recording interesting things on bamboo slips.
The boy picked up a piece of paper, his eyes were simple and his voice was serious, "Master, let me draw a picture for you."
The teenager nodded and muttered softly, "Okay."
"Master, the painting is finished, I want to keep this painting away. If you leave one day, master, even if you are old, I won't forget you." The boy held the painting and regarded it as a treasure.
"Yeah!" The teenager nodded.
The sound in his ears thousands of years ago was endless...
After another hour, Ye Bei quietly recovered!
The things that used to be are decayed, and the people that used to be are gone...
Years can kill everything, but Ye Bei was left alone.
"Sigh!" Ye Bei sighed softly, "90,000 years of longevity among the world full of mortals..."
As his voice fell, his index finger moved slightly.
The canvas in front of him became clear at an incredible speed...
In the painting, there was a teenager!
The young man sat at the table with a brush in his hand, dressed in a white gown, free from dust, his deep eyes contained the entire starry sky, as if everything in front of him was nothing but a spectacle.
That painting was exactly what Ye Bei looked like thousands of years ago.
Even the clothes on his body are exactly the same.
Those ruthless years, no matter how grueling, how cruel... they still couldn't hurt Ye Bei a bit.
However, as the canvas was just clear... The next moment, it turned into powder, turned into grains of silver-white crystal light, and a burst of unknown wind blew by, the crystal light drifted across the entire secret room.
With the crystal light falling...
On the east wall, the decayed golden bookshelf was restored to new and revitalized, as if it had just been built... even in the air, there was a sober and elegant wood fragrance.
The bamboo slips placed on it had faded the traces of history, and the yellow bamboo pieces had turned green.
On the west wall, the jewelry that recorded the history of human civilization was completely new and exquisite. Looking at it, one might even suspect that it was made by modern exquisite craftsmanship.
The entire secret room also quietly returned to its initial state.
It became more and more familiar.
However, looking at all of this, Ye Bei's expression and eyes did not change.
He knew that what he saw before him was only familiar.
The unforgiving time would only move forward, not backward.
The past, the antiquities, were always just for nostalgia...
...
Ye Bei carried his hands on his back and stood quietly.
Another hour passed.
Boom!
A muffled sound spread from the south wall.
A bluestone brick shattered, forming a one-meter diameter hole.
The three men who were covered in the dust embarrassedly entered from the hole.
But when they entered the secret room and saw Ye Bei, who was wearing a white shirt, standing with his hand held down, they all froze in place, rubbing their eyes vigorously, and their bodies trembled crazily, they were directly shocked.
Darkness reigns at the foot of the lighthouse.
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