90,000 Years of Longevity

"Let's kill!" Ye Bei proclaimed quietly, but these two words were like a very sharp blade, like a terrible magic power, which penetrated through everyone's mind.

"I'm going to kill you." Yin Jun, who originally wanted to rush towards Ye Bei, his eyes flashed strangely. In that sudden, a hysterical low growl broke out in his mouth, and a bright dagger was drawn from his waist in an instant.

When Wu Yuanchun's two bodyguards saw this, they were a little surprised, thinking that Yin Jun was crazy and brave.

Puff...

But the next moment, Yin Jun, who took out the dagger, turned around without warning. That cold dagger slammed into the chest of the nearest bodyguard, making one's scalp gone numb.

The bodyguard lowered his head and looked at his wound. He didn't seem to feel the pain yet, his face was dazed.

"You, what are you doing?" After a while, the bodyguard's mouth moved, and his face turned black.

Unfortunately, Yin Jun was already in complete madness, and his mouth just kept roaring, "Ahh... damn wooden sculptures, damn devil, I'm going to kill you." His crazed words came, his hand holding the dagger moved and the dagger was pulled out, dark-red blood oozed out wildly from the bodyguard.

"I'm going to kill you." Luo Xiang next to him also roared hoarsely like a beast. The muscles on his face were twisted. When roaring, he grabbed the scissors placed on the table in front of him, his eyes were blood-red, and another bodyguard was stabbed without hesitation and warning.

Such an abnormal and bloody scene made the whole area even weirder.

Wu Sanri, who was not far from this, was shocked. The color on his face faded, his dark red shirt which matched the blood shook slightly in the cold wind, his eyes passed through the gap of the crowd, and fell on Ye Bei, who was sitting in the gallery lobby with a lazy expression.

"This time, something really is going to happen. That young man is definitely not easy." Somehow, Wu Sanri felt quite difficult to spit out these words.

"With a word of him, he could let the surname Yin betray?" Zhang Qitian's pupils were congested.

Pan Shengcheng's eyes manifested dread, and the tone of his voice was shallow, "Old man Wu, Qitian, when we went to the tomb, there would often be some debilitating gas, you say, this white-robed boy, could it be that he is..."

"Don't talk nonsense, so many people are watching." Wu Sanri instantly scolded him.

He knew very well in his heart that this kind of thing must have been Ye Bei's method, but he couldn't produce any evidence. Obviously, it was broad daylight, but he felt that the whole world was exuding weirdness.

In fact, except for the three of them.

Outside the gallery, the travelers and the owners of the major shops were all stunned. The bloody scene in front of them did not enter their eyes. On the contrary, their eyes fell on Ye Bei.

The young man sat elegantly at the table, his expression unchanged as if everything was under control.

The imposing Wu Yuanchun just now had all his eyes on Ye Bei's body, his complexion changed from white to red, and finally purple again. A strange fright suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart. His superior attitude collapsed, his voice was like a scared animal, "You, what did you do to them?"

Ye Bei kept silent.

In the gallery lobby, the four had frantically scuffled into a ball.

The crimson substance was splashed everywhere in the gallery lobby.

A strong smell of blood spread unscrupulously in the air.

Kneeling on the ground, Wu Fansheng and Wu Yuandong also had a lot of blood splashed on their bodies. They looked up from time to time and looked at Ye Bei with respect and fear in their eyes. They could be 100% sure that this was definitely Ye Bei's method. 

Inside the gallery, the breath was extremely cold.

The tourists standing outside the gallery finally reacted after hesitating for a few seconds.

Rumble…

They backed quickly.

"Call the police, call the police, quickly!" The man who knew the porcelain craftsmanship yelled.

"Are you an idiot? The Wu Family is here, what do you do to call the police? Do you want to look for trouble?" The middle-aged woman standing next to her stared with round eyes.

The old man with gray hair in the bun before, who felt that the gallery would be over, saw this bloody scene, his eyes whitened and he passed out. His pitiful old body and weak mind could not take it.

At this time, Wang Gu had already moved the last three bamboo slips. He returned to the lobby with his shoes on the bloodstains. He glanced at the terrible tragedy, the muscles at the corners of his eyes vibrated, and then he recovered his calmness. He simply walked to Ye Bei, bent over, and looked respectful, "Master, all the bamboo slips have been moved!"

"Okay." Hearing this, Ye Bei replied lightly, brushing his sleeves, and then slowly got up.

That stern face was without any emotions as if the situation in the lobby did not have even the slightest bit connection with him.

He walked casually.

However, Wu Yuanchun, who stood by, was shocked to find that Ye Bei's seemingly random pace did not step on the bloodstains at all. The fear in his heart was increasing rapidly.

"You, you…" Seeing Ye Bei getting closer and closer to him, Wu Yuanchun couldn't help backing his legs, his complexion was colorless.

However, Ye Bei walked past him without even looking at him.

"Stand up." Finally, when he reached Wu Fansheng and Wu Yuandong, he spoke softly.

"Yes, sir." The two of them were startled. They swallowed, and stood up hard, and nodded vigorously after looking at the miserable situation in the lobby.

When they saw Ye Bei heading outside of the gallery, they immediately followed.

Rumble...

In front of the gallery, those tourists who saw this hurriedly walked away.

When Wu Fansheng just took a few steps and saw Wu Yuanchun who was frightened like a rabbit on the side, he cautiously stretched out his hand and wiped a handful of bloodstains on his forehead, his voice was a bit hesitant, "Sir, then, what about my uncle?"

Ye Bei's pace was the same, and he didn't even turn his head back. When his feet stepped out of the gallery door, the lazy voice came, "Take him away. But he will go to the Wu Family together with us later."

"Yes." Wu Yuandong and Wu Fansheng looked at each other, nodded, and quickly stepped forward to lift Wu Yuanchun who was about to collapse.

As for Ye Bei, after walking out of the gallery's gate, he walked in the direction of the antique shop.

The onlookers all evaded quickly, they did not even dare to put their eyes on him.

As for Wu Sanri, Zhang Qitian, and Pan Shengcheng who stood at the entrance of the antique shop, their hearts jumped to the throats when they saw Ye Bei, who had an unwavering face, walked towards them. It was obvious that this young and handsome man looked completely harmless, but they were terrified of him to the extreme. 'Tranquility' at this moment was like an alien word to them.