Peaceful Restaurant.
In a private room.
An old man in a white robe stood facing a wall, his eyes burning.
On the wall, there was a sheet of calligraphy, a painting, and several photos.
The calligraphy and painting were made by Ye Bei.
The photos were from the same traces in the major ruins all over the world.
"The East is really a mysterious country... I have a hunch, that person will show up soon. Is it like the three boys said, is he just an old man or a strange hidden expert?" Looking at the calligraphy and picture, dozens of minutes later, the old man in white robe whispered to himself.
"However, no matter what, I have been struggling for this all my life. If I can explore this mystery, even if it is not understood by the world, it doesn't matter, I just want to live forever." At this point, the white-robed old man had a bit of unprecedented madness in his voice, there was even murderous intent... this secret, there were still six other people who knew it.
This old man was exactly Ralph.
According to the rumors, this archaeologist who was abandoned by Egypt had another unknown identity: the descendant of the Egyptian Pharaoh... he once inadvertently read the Pharaoh classics and found that it recorded part of the mystery of longevity.
Those Pharaohs, in order to live forever, wrapped themselves in white cloth when they were about to die, and even built a pyramid that shocked the world.
This... was also the true purpose of Ralph's countless expeditions to pursue that trace.
...
The night passed in a flash.
The traces of the spring rain had long since disappeared.
The tourists on the Ancient Street were still as they were in the past, taking advantage of the brightening sky, breathing the sober air in the early morning.
It's just that this day was different from usual.
On Ancient Street, a bit of excitement was faintly revealed.
The shopkeepers and shop assistants were no longer as lazy as they used to be. Instead, they put on unique national costumes. Whenever they saw tourists, they would show a simple smile.
On the street, many street vendors and gadgets were gradually appearing and increasing.
Ye Bei was dressed in a white robe with his hands on his back, walking slowly along the street.
His eyes were indistinct.
In his eyes, it was very aloof.
His body exuded a cold breath of its own accord.
Even some beautiful women with face control, seeing Ye Bei, their complexion flushed, did not dare to make up their minds to step forward.
Soon, Ye Bei walked out of the Ancient Street and entered the town.
The spring equinox came quietly.
The spring rains of one and a half night made all the willow trees on the street shinier...
Ancient Town, an asphalt road leading to Peaceful Restaurant.
As the center of the Ancient Town, this place was always bustling on weekdays, with countless cars passing through, but entering was against the law. A large number of special police, with the cooperation of local officials, under the banner of protecting cultural relics, carried out the blockade of the streets nearby. All pedestrians passing by must undergo strict inspections, and it was forbidden to carry any dangerous objects.
When Ye Bei stepped on this asphalt road, in front, there were very few vehicles here, but there were more powerful men in suits and luxurious women in formal dresses. They stepped on this street with their shiny leather shoes.
Most of them were familiar with each other.
They were from the upper-class circle, and most ordinary people simply couldn't get into it.
In front of Ye Bei, there was a middle-aged man in his forties with a fat face. He was holding a girl who looked pure that did not exceed twenty years old.
"This Ancient Town antique auction has finally begun. I was already prepared as early as seven days ago. I heard that there is a very good thing about the items in this auction. Is it a handwritten poem by Tsangyang Gyatso?" The girl's voice was crisp, with a natural feeling.
The middle-aged man listened, his expression was very confident, his voice contained a bit of lust, "I am determined to get that thing, don't worry, no matter how much money I spend, I will buy it for you at that time."
"Tsangyang Gyatso, is he really a monk? It's so strange that a monk can make such beautiful words." The girl blinked her eyes and twisted her body, her voice was a bit cute and coquettish.
"It should be said that he is a monk who knows how to write poetry..." The middle-aged man smiled lightly and answered seriously, seemingly profound.
Ye Bei stood behind, listening to this, his eyes let out a glimmer, but his thoughts drifted away quietly.
Tsangyang Gyatso...
He was indeed a monk, and hundreds of years ago, Ye Bei also discussed about secularity with him in front of the great wall of sand in southern Tibet... Unfortunately, that period of history had long been forgotten.
Just as Ye Bei gradually fell into memory, suddenly, a discordant voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
"Sir, I'm sorry... no further entry is allowed here. There will be a huge and grand auction here today, and you will need an invitation letter to go inside... In addition, people with disheveled clothes are not allowed to enter."
It was a staff member who said this, stretched out his hand, frowned, and stood in front of Ye Bei with a cold voice.
There was a bit of doubt in his eyes.
When the voice resounded, it immediately attracted the attention of many other guests.
Originally, those upper-class people ignored Ye Bei's existence. This time, they turned their eyes on and made comments.
In front, the innocent girl turned around, seemingly clear eyes fell on Ye Bei, her body was taken aback, her cheeks were reddish, but soon, she returned to the original shape, and she tightened the middle-aged man next to him, "Long Hai, isn't this person too weird? Wearing ancient costumes to participate in the auction? Is he the actor invited by the organizer?"
The middle-aged man called Long Hai looked at Ye Bei, his brows furrowed, it seemed that it was because of Ye Bei's features that his eyes were full of unkindness, "It's just a little white face. The clothes he wears are also vulgar, he doesn't even look what occasion this is."
Except for them, it was basically the same was true for others.
Ye Bei was standing, even without looking, he could feel a lot of sarcasm in his eyes.
But he didn't care about these eyes and voices.
He was already super old. Whether he was doing things or dressing, he already had the style he particularly liked. When these so-called upper-class people ridiculed Ye Bei, they didn't know that they were the real frogs at the bottom of the well here. None of them could get into Ye Bei's eyes.
When stopped by the staff, Ye Bei did not speak, nor did he take out the invitation letter.
He just stood there and waited quietly for something.
After a few seconds...
A sedan black car drove slowly from the asphalt street of the Ancient Town.
There was a special police to check the card, with just a glance at the card, he immediately let it go, and at the same time respectfully saluted the people inside.
With that car appeared...
The people on both sides of the street all turned their eyes on the car. The abhorrence is their eyes just now all disappeared in a flash, it was replaced by admiration and envy instead.
As for the people in that car...
Through the car window, they saw Ye Bei wearing a white robe. Sitting in the car, their faces pale and their bodies could not stop shaking and twitching.
When the character of a man is not clear to you, look at his friends.
Ancient Town, on the asphalt street.
The morning sun hung in the east, and the soft sunlight shed.
The low earthen houses once turned into clean glazed tiles.
The once muddy road had become a neat asphalt road.
Once... all of the people were from the village wearing cloth shirts, but now they were full of suits, looking very imposing like nobles.
Ye Bei stood with his hands on his back, ignoring the staff and the car that came along, watching the changes in the world quietly, his eyes dim.
It was the middle-aged man named Long Hai who spoke just now. After seeing the black car, his pupils shrank, and his eyes were full of awe. He said to the girl next to him, "Xuelan, have you seen it? This car belongs to the Wu Family... The entire Ancient Town, one-third of the industry has been controlled by them, even when the old city was renovated, they had a big kick. In this auction, their family spent some effort to bring in from abroad… only this kind of big family is considered to be rich!"
"Then, is the legendary Young Master Wu also there?" The girl named Xuelan blinked her eyes, gleaming, she seemed to be thinking about something.
"It's very likely that he will come, logically speaking, he went to Kunlun Mountain to see the Old Immortal a few days ago, and also went to the funeral of the Zhao Family's old patriarch. That is the treatment that a real top family can only have! In the Wu Family, he and his father are directly affiliated and control companies with a market value of hundreds of millions. I guess there are at least a few decades of struggle before they can reach their side." Long Hai's eyes were burning, and his voice was full of seriousness and burning inspiration. He was also wondering how to make a good relationship with Young Master Wu later.
Perhaps compared with ordinary people, he was a small boss with tens of millions of assets, and he was already a successful person, so he was above all else.
But compared with the Wu Family, which controlled tens of billions of assets, and the descendants of the Wu Family, it was really not enough for him to call himself a rich guy.
In addition to this Long Hai...
Other people on both sides of the street were also talking in low voices.
Even the staff who stood in front of Ye Bei put down their hands and looked at the black car with envy in their eyes as if they were expecting that one day, they could sit in that car.
...
Inside the black car.
Young Master Wu was wearing a black suit with bangs combing down, but his hair was too short to cover the bloodstains on his forehead.
Three days ago, what happened in Q city, until now, whenever he thought about it, he felt cold and full of fear all over his body.
The same was true for Young Master Wu's father.
He misunderstood Young Master Wu that day. After returning, he immediately replaced all the bodyguards, even the driver, and the car, and then went to Young Master Wu to discuss it seriously. After learning a series of things, he felt like he was walking back from the gate of hell.
"It's a pity that I missed that opportunity, and I don't know when I will meet that person again!" In the car, Young Master Wu's father was still sighing.
"If you missed it, you missed it. If you listened to me at the beginning... we would have been fascinated by him, but at the Golden Age Hotel, he really let me go..." Young Master Wu held his forehead with one hand and knocked his head too violently. He still faintly felt severe pain. When he spoke, his voice was angry, and he tried his best to control his emotions.
"How could I know about it? Isn't it because of those things you said before are too weird?" Young Master Wu's father retaliated unceremoniously, but his heart was also full of regret.
Till here, the two instinctively ended their conversation and sighed silently. They unconsciously looking out the window of the car.
Huh?
When the eyes swept to the street...
The eyes of the two of them were wide open, and their bodies shook violently when they sat in the car.
Those people in suits or gorgeous dresses, all were directly filtered out. In their sights, there was only one young man wearing a white robe, standing on the street with his hands on his back.
The young man simply stood, and his body exuded an invincible aura.
He seemed like a fairy, high above, not to be profaned...
The staff member who stood in front of him was extremely distracting.
"He, he... it's him, he came to the Ancient Town..." Young Master Wu's father said, his voice was not stable and stuttered, and his mind reverberated the scene on the streets of Q City. Between Ye Bei's fingers, Huang Er turned into blood mist.
Hearing his boss's noise, the driver looked at the pedestrians on the side of the road suspiciously. Except for the young man in the white robe, he did not find anything special. Instead, he said diligently, "Boss, that boy in strange clothes. Has he offended you? Or else, I will call and immediately find a group of people to teach him..."
"Fucking scram!" Unfortunately, before the driver had finished speaking, Young Master Wu let out a loud roar and stopped him directly.
"Do you really want to kill Lao Tzu?" His voice was extremely rough with endless anger, but then began to stammer again, "Stop, stop, stop, you park the car for Lao Tzu!"
The driver was dumbfounded, but Young Master Wu was his boss, so he didn't dare to disobey the order and stepped on the brake.
The slow-moving black car stopped with a chirp.
"Dad..." Young Master Wu yelled and found that his father was pale and lost, and slightly opened his mouth as if he was stunned by thunder, and he couldn't help but cursed, "Asshole!"
Creak!
Then, at the fastest speed, pull the door open.
"Master, master...You are..." Upon seeing this, the driver turned his head and shouted.
"Shut up for Lao Tzu!" Young Master Wu yelled angrily. When he got off the car, he immediately ran away and even ignored his leather shoes which dropped on the way and went straight to the direction of Ye Bei. He knew that this was an opportunity, an unprecedented opportunity, even if he died, he had to grasp it.
On both sides of the street, those rich and powerful people, after seeing Young Master Wu rushing out, were all puzzled and full of questions.
The voices of discussion had also continued.
"What is Young Master Wu doing?" An Ancient Town official frowned slightly. Although Young Master Wu was unruly, he was still steady. How could he be like a lunatic?
"What's going on on his forehead? Wounded?" A delicate woman said with some doubts.
"Even his shoes were dropped off. Could it be that there's something going on in the car?"
On both sides of the street, the special police guarding public order had their eyes condensed, as if they felt an unusual breath.
But... just when everyone felt extremely confused.
Young Master Wu had already rushed to a position only two meters away from Ye Bei at an incredible speed.
Looking at Ye Bei standing holding his hand...
Looking at that shawl's long hair...
Shao Wu's hair was messy, both shoes were abandoned away, and his knees bent...
Thump!
In front of everyone, facing Ye Bei, he knelt down with a perfunctory plop.
This action exceeded everyone's expectations.
The driver who was driving had a dull expression.
Those who were puzzled just now all opened their mouths to the point that it was possible to put a goose egg inside.
Those special police officers who maintained order stiffened their hands with their batons.
Long Hai in front of Ye Bei staggered and almost fell to the ground.
The whole scene, even at this moment, completely froze, only the constant heartbeats of humans could be heard.
Better to be a crystal and to be broken, than to be a tile upon the housetop.