90,000 Years of Longevity

In front of the antique shop.

Wu Sanri's body was full of drops of sweat.

He was just a tomb robber.

Although he had seen many dead objects, he had also entered many tombs. But after all, he was just a layman, and he had no less fear of death than anyone else.

"S-sir... I was threatened by Yin Jun just now, and our deal is still valid... No, no, I will give you that pair of wooden sculptures as a gift." Wu Sanri's image as a wise old fox collapsed at this moment.

Just earlier, before Yin Jun and the others died, they were yelling about devil wooden sculptures. Now, even if he gave those two wooden sculptures to Wu Sanri and that gallery for free, he would reject it with a gentleman smile.

Pan Shengcheng and Zhang Qitian were not much better than Wu Sanri.

Ye Bei always looked too unreasonably calm.

The fearful voices and expressions of fear around him seemed to have nothing to do with him.

He looked at Wu Sanri, "The gallery is still yours, and the pair of wooden carvings belong to me. In addition, Wu Sanri, if you have a chance, remember to ask someone to say hello to Professor Xu in Beijing for me. If we're destined, I will visit him."

Professor Xu? Is it Professor Xu who had a nervous breakdown when he discovered something terrible in the canyon of the Kunlun Mountain?

Beijing? Ask someone? The person who passed the news of Wang Xizhi's tomb to himself was exactly in Beijing.

After Wu Sanri listened, he felt that a certain string in his heart was touched, as his legs that trembled, unexpectedly stopped miraculously.

"Okay, sir!" In the end, an unconscious reply came from him.

Ye Bei no longer spoke and walked to the front of the pickup truck. Wang Gu came over and respectfully opened the door of the passenger seat for him. Ye Bei raised his foot and sat in a relaxed manner.

Hu, hu...

When five pickup trucks left with a car full of bamboo slips and calligraphy, the entire Ancient Street was in complete turmoil.

...

Wu's house, in a luxurious office.

An old man with white hair sat quietly on an office chair. He was wearing a white shirt. In his seemingly deep eyes, he seemed to have seen through the affairs of the world a long time ago.

On the wall behind him, there was a piece of eight characters written with a black brush – Honesty, Grace, and Tolerance.

These eight characters were vigorous and powerful, like a wandering dragon, majestic, burly, and varied. Each character carried an indescribable charm, which was pleasing to the eye and could calm one's spirit.

On his left side, there was a statue of an Egyptian Pharaoh with folded hands.

The statue was lifelike, covered with traces of ancient feeling, every detail was extremely exquisite, with one look, one would instantly know that it was very valuable.

And at the top of the office, there was another candlelight. That candlelight was composed of eleven candles of different thicknesses, with a weak flame burning on it, illuminating the office that had a light fragrance in the air.

This office looked luxurious at first glance.

But if one looked closely, he would find that this place was extremely strange.

Those styles were not coordinated at all.

"Your Excellency Pharaoh, this is the last time. You gave me this little life, but after so many years, what I should pay is almost paid off too." The old man stared at his left side of which the Pharaoh statue was placed. His voice was very cold.

When he said this, he gradually thought of some old memories.

It was an endless battlefield with broken walls, fierce gunfire, and terrible explosions everywhere.

On the ground, there were countless dead bodies, and the air was filled with a breath of death.

Except for the corpses, there were yellow-faced refugees everywhere on the side of the road, and they kept making hoarse voices amidst the flames of war.

They just wanted to live well.

"Help me!" An old man in his seventies, with only the skeleton left, stretched out his dry palm and let out his ghostly voice.

"I don't want to die, save me." A middle-aged man's face turned yellow and bloodless.

"Water, I want to drink water." A boy looked desperate.

"Please, help, help me." A woman in ragged clothes had chapped lips and bloodstains looked dying.

Da, da, da…

However, in the face of their pleading, they only got cold-blooded bullets from the devils.

Under the raining bullets, blood splattered, countless lives were harvested instantly. The boy who wanted to drink water, fortunately, was able to preserve his little life by hiding among the corpses and blood of the woman who died nearby. 

Time passed in a hurry.

The boy's eyes were bloodshot, his eyes turned from despair to cold, without any emotion.

Just when the boy thought he was bound to die, a man wearing a white robe with only a pair of horrible eyes passed by and found his presence.

"Do things for me, I will give you inexhaustible wealth! But you, have to give your soul for this seat, and always obey my orders." The man had a deep voice, and it was the boy's last straw.

"Help me!" With cold eyes, the boy made a choice.

That boy was the current head of the Wu Family, Wu Houde.

Toot, toot...

In the office, Wu Houde's thoughts floated far, but when a crisp sound suddenly came on the tabletop, he immediately recovered. 

With a bit of mist at the corner of his eyes, he picked up the phone, and his voice revealed a hint of respect, "Your Excellency, I have driven my third son and grandson out of the Wu Family and completely cut off the blood relationship with them. And I am searching the entire Ancient Town for the murderer who killed Mr. Ralph, as long as they are found, they will be dead for sure."

"Very well, Wu Houde, they have already demonstrated the value they deserve. I just got the news that the earthen jar arranged belongs to an antique shop in the Ancient Street has been broken open, and someone has already gotten the antique inside. If I'm not wrong, that person will go to the house of your Wu Family soon! This is the last thing I want you to do… kill him at all costs."

On the other side of the phone, the powerful voice stopped as it emitted terrible killing intent.

"Your Excellency, what is in that earthen jar, so prudent?" Wu Houde's eyes flashed with doubt.

"You are not qualified to know." On the phone, the frosty voice seemed to give a warning.

Wu Houde trembled, "Yes! Your Excellency."

Snapped!

As soon as the voice fell, the phone hung up, but Wu Houde didn't seem to notice it, he still put the phone to his ear and listened to the busy tooting sound inside.

Ten minutes passed before Wu Houde put down the phone.

Then he got up slowly and walked to the side of the statue of the Pharaoh. He whispered strangely, "Who is it that can make you, the Pharaoh, become very wary like this? But, I hope that the people in your family are the ones who treasure their promises… this is the last time."

Right after that, a red phone on the table made a noise indicating that another call came. This was a special phone of the Wu Family for Intelligence Network.

Hearing this, Wu Houde's body was startled. A flash of coldness was portrayed in his eyes.

He knew that the whereabouts of the person mentioned on the phone just now had appeared.