90,000 Years of Longevity

On the ancient street in the early morning, the weather was slightly cool.

At the door of the gallery, which was usually sluggish, there was an unexpected gathering of people today. After a brief silence, there was a fierce noise immediately. 

Old man Wu, Pan Shengcheng, and Zhang Qitian had different expressions on their faces at the door of the antique shop.

"Damn it, when did this bastard come? When did I say that I would sell the wooden sculpture to him?" Wu Sanri gritted his teeth and said one after another, his complexion turned blue and white.

Zhang Qitian frowned, "That surname Yin has been stable for a long time. He himself is a tyrant in this Ancient Street. Today, a good thing was discovered in the earthen jar, so he came and mixed his feet here, there is nothing wrong with that."

"I think we can just watch the show, Old Man Wu, if we can, hehe, we will sell the wooden sculptures to him privately at a cheaper price, and then let him find a way to help us get this gallery. In this way, not only can we make a profit, our main goal will be achieved too." Pan Shengcheng showed a sly smile on his face. 

"Shut up, I'm a principled person." Wu Sanri frowned then ignored the two.

In addition to the three of them, on the street, the voices of those who watched the show also kept talking.

"Is this gallery going to close down? There are so many pickup trucks next to them, with some new bamboo slips and calligraphy on them. That old man Wang is really unlucky, he is already going to leave, but he actually did this kind of thing, I hope he will hand over the wooden sculptures." An old man in national costume with white hair and a cane shook his head slightly when he spoke.

"The young man in white robe may be a clerk. He found a good thing and didn't have the money to buy it, so he left after taking it. As a result, he gave Yin Jun a chance." A middle-aged woman opened her eyes wide and murmured.

Nearby, the tourists who watched the excitement seemed a little bit confused.

Among them, the man who knew the porcelain craftsmanship heard what the middle-aged woman said, curiously asked, "Is this Yin Jun so strong?"

"Of course, all the shopkeepers in the Ancient Street, which one of them doesn't know him? His group collects protection fees everywhere. In fact, there are people like this in every place, but this Yin Jun is more domineering. I heard that he has even killed people." The woman widened her eyes in fear, she looked around for a while, and after she was sure that she would not be heard by Yin Jun, she whispered to the man.

"Has killed people?" After listening to the woman, his face also showed a touch of fear.

The middle-aged woman seemed to be interested, and continued to whisper, "Yeah! Let me tell you, did you see the three punks beside him? The young man with earrings and short head is called Luo Xiang, nicknamed Xiangzi, very fierce. There was once the owner of a ramen shop who was unwilling to give money, he even found a few large employees and wanted to scare him. Guess what the result was?"

"What was the result?" The man was very curious, he was expecting to hear something incredible.

"As a result, Luo Xiang alone, holding a noodle knife, cut down all the big employees to the ground. The boss later disappeared, the shop was transferred, and no one knew where they went." When it arrived the exploding point, the woman tried to lower her voice.

After the man listened, his eyes widened in disbelief, "This is fine too?"

"Of course, you should know Wu Family in the Ancient Town, right? Yin Jun is a relative of the Wu Family, so what is impossible in this Ancient Town?" The middle-aged woman changed her voice a little. When she mentioned the Wu Family, her eyes were full of jealousy.

On the street, the voice of the discussion was very intense.

Yin Jun had his hands on his hips. In fact, he didn't care at all when he heard those people talking about how vicious he was. Instead, his face was full of pride, as if all those evil deeds were capital he could show off.

During this period, Wang Gu continued to move the bamboo slips and calligraphy and paintings, he was not affected in the slightest. He followed Ye Bei for a short time, but before he knew it himself, Wang Gu had matured a lot and looked at things indifferently.

Wu Fansheng and Wu Yuandong, these two father and son looked very angry, but without Ye Bei's permission, they had to learn from Wang Gu, lowering their heads, silently moving the calligraphy and painting, their hair was messy, and their heads were sweating profusely.

Yin Jun stood at the door, and when he saw Wu Fansheng and Wu Yuandong, he felt a little familiar, but he couldn't figure out where they saw him. Then he shook his head, squinted his eyes, and continued to shout at the gallery, "Hey, kid, Lao Tzu is talking to you, can't you hear me? You should immediately send the pair of wooden sculptures to Lao Tzu."

Ye Bei kept silent, although his thoughts had come back, his eyes were still on the two wooden sculptures.

"Classic brat, my boss is talking to you, are you pretending to be deaf?" Luo Xiang stretched out his little finger and stirred in his own ear. One eye was half-squinted, looking rebellious and arrogant, but his eyes were deep. The more he looked at Ye Bei, the more familiar he felt, there was always this strange feeling of fear rising from the bottom of his heart.

...

Ye Bei sat at the table, staring at the pair of wooden sculptures.

The sound outside was very noisy.

When his thoughts were forcibly pulled back, his indifferent eyes released a touch of indescribable coldness, his eyes passed through the lobby, and fell on Yin Jun's body quietly, he said quietly, "You want this pair of wooden sculptures?"

These words were clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

When Yin Jun and Luo Xiang heard this, they only felt cold all over, a terrible chill came out of their pores. They also suddenly felt uneasy all over, they opened their mouths, wanted to say something, but they could not gather up their courage to speak them. 

And those tourists, including the shopkeepers of the Ancient Street, also felt a chill spreading around.

The entire gallery door became quiet in an instant.

But soon, Yin Jun was the first to react. The fear just now made him very upset and unwilling. The muscles on his face were instantly twisted. He took his hands away from his waist and took the initiative to move towards the gallery. 

The voice in his mouth became louder and fiercer, "Boy, you are quite wicked, huh? Yes, I just want the wooden sculptures. If you are sensible, you should hand it over!"

At this point, Yin Jun had already walked to the table, and after taking a look at the wooden sculptures, he rudely reached out to grab it.

Boom!

However, just as he stretched out half of his hand, a muffled sound spread in the gallery lobby.

Wu Fansheng, who was passing through the lobby with the bamboo slips, couldn't help it when he saw this place. He rushed over and kicked Yin Jun's back hard, and because his center of gravity was unstable, Yin Jun was kicked to the ground by Wu Fansheng.

"Idiot, do you really want to die?" After kicking, Wu Fansheng even cursed him.

This foot.

This curse.

At the entrance of the gallery, the onlookers and shop owners were all struck by lightning, their eyes widened, their mouths opened, and no sound could be heard.

Even Luo Xiang, who followed Yin Jun for a long time, had a dull expression.