Capítulo 62: Nostalgia
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.
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