90,000 Years of Longevity

Five pickup trucks, carrying a large number of bamboo slips, calligraphy, and painting, were darting in the direction of Wu Family's house.

Because of the five drivers saw the big scene in the gallery just now, all of them looked pale at the moment.

Ye Bei sat in the first truck.

The window was half down.

At this time, the sky was getting late, and the evening sun cast from the sky covered the entire Ancient Town with a layer of golden light.

The driver was a middle-aged man.

There was a slight stubble on his face, and his skin was dark as if after years of washing and grinding, his fingertips were slightly black. You can see that he smoked all the time, his back was straight, and his shirt was covered with sweat. 

When Ye Bei looked at the scenery outside, this man glanced at Ye Bei from time to time from the corner of his eyes, his left index finger moved slightly, but there was a trace of fear in his eyes.

"You can smoke it." Ye Bei was gently holding two wooden sculptures in his right hand, quietly looking at the scenery outside the car window, his face was showed nothing, and his voice was very weak when he spoke.

After listening, the man clenched his grasp on the steering wheel.

He wondered why this young man knew he wanted to smoke.

But he quickly took out a shriveled cigarette case from his pocket, with only two cigarettes left in it.

He took out one, held it at the corner of his mouth, but did not light it, but stared at another cigarette in the cigarette case, hesitated for a second then said, "Well, brother, there is another one, do you smoke?"

"I don't smoke." 

"Okay!" The man grinned and his yellowed teeth were exposed. Then he stuffed the shriveled cigarette case back into his pocket.

"What happened in the gallery just now is really crazy. Four people died, and why did those four people suddenly go crazy? They said something about wooden sculptures, but I don't think there is anything wrong with this wood carving at all."

The pickup truck driver didn't drive very fast. After lighting the cigarette, he took a deep breath and inadvertently glanced at the wooden sculptures in Ye Bei's hand. His body was a bit chilly, but he still asked curiously.

"Yeah." Ye Bei moved his lips a little.

The driver moved his gaze to the front. Now, there were more and more tourists on the Ancient Street. Therefore, people would come out of the road frequently, so he had to drive carefully, and looked at the back through the rearview mirror from time to time, worrying that some tourists would take the bamboo slips and calligraphy.

However, he was obviously also a person who couldn't stay idle, "Sir, that... today you offended Wu Yuanchun of the Wu Family, the trouble may be a bit big, now driving to Wu's house like this, will it be really okay?"

"Just go." Ye Bei's voice was cold.

"I'm just a little driver, I can't even afford to offend you, not to mention the Wu Family. When the time comes, Young Master Wu will pay me and I will leave. So presumably they will not have the impression of me." The cigarette was already smoked halfway through, then the driver shook his head with a helpless voice. In his opinion, the young man near him was too mysterious.

Ye Bei did not answer.

He looked out the car window faintly.

On the Ancient Street, after the festival, the bustle gradually resumed.

However, the catkins in the air were much less... In just a few days, the potted plants and willow trees on the street had become more brilliant and greener. Through the car window, Ye Bei saw another acquaintance.

"Sir, do you want to take a ride?" The coachman with a yellowed towel around his neck, with his bare arms, asked the tourists on the side of the road.

"Sir, it's only 20 Yuan to go around the Ancient Street." The coachman stopped next to a young man with enthusiasm on his face.

The pickup truck was not driving fast, so it slowly passed by the coachman. Ye Bei sat in the truck, his eyes were leisurely, but the coachman did not find Ye Bei, he was still talking with tourists, looking for customers.

Not long after, Ye Bei looked back again.

Looking at the distant sky through the front car window, his pupils were extremely deep.

...

Egypt, in an ancient manor with an extremely old architectural style.

Inside that manor, there was a small house built with loess bricks.

An old man wearing a white robe, covering his entire face, only revealing a pair of vicious of pupils, sat quietly near a wooden table, holding an ancient book with his hands extremely religiously.

The ancient book was yellowish and there were many holes in it.

But the old man held it in his hand, looking at it like a treasure, turning his actions carefully.

There were strange patterns painted on all four walls of the room.

Sphinx.

Portrait of Pharaoh.

Aton, the sun god.

The weird and spooky Pharaoh cursed character.

And right in front of the old man, there was another middle-aged man wearing the same white robe with respectful eyes. He knelt on one knee and muttered in a low voice, "Your Excellency Patriarch, I have called the Chinese side just now. If it's not wrong, the prophecy in the ancient book has been verified. Ralph used his soul as a price to guide us in a new direction, and now, that person is about to go to the chess piece that we had laid out – Wu Family"

"The Wu Family is not his opponent." On the seat, the white-robed old man's eyes were all on the ancient book. He was silent for a long time before saying out such a sentence.

"Then Your Excellency, we..." The subordinate hesitated.

"It's a temptation! Since five thousand years ago, our family has been following his footsteps, generation after generation, batch after batch of deaths, we hide in the dark corners, lingering, but we have never forgotten Pharaoh's Curse, as long as we are still alive, we must find out the answer." On the seat, the voice of that old man was hoarse beyond doubt.

The man kneeling on the ground said in a puzzled voice, "Patriarch, that person is really that powerful? If he was really that powerful, wouldn't the whole world have belonged to him long ago? But it is so difficult to find his traces now..."

"That's why he is strong." The old man narrowed his eyes.

It was too easy for a real strong man to be well-known all over the world... But if he wanted to hide in this world and inadvertently eliminate all of his traces, this was truly terrifying.

The man didn't quite understand, he was too young so that was natural.

"You can go out!" The old man's voice continued.

"Yes!" The man stood up, bowed respectfully, and walked out very lightly.

When there was only the old man left in this room, he slowly closed the ancient book.

On the cover of the ancient book, four words in ancient Egyptian were written: Pharaoh's Code. But besides these four characters, there was another ancient character. That character was blooming and powerful, exuding an incomparably mysterious atmosphere. The character was: Holy! 

"The Pharaoh has left countless miracles at the cost of years and planned the layout for five thousand years. In our generation, can we really find that secret and can we really succeed?"

The old man looked at the unique character and his voice was low.

In his calm eyes, a hot light was released at this moment. He then raised his head slightly, his eyes seemed to penetrate the wall, and looked to the east.