90,000 Years of Longevity

Chapter 73: Clothes

Peaceful Restaurant.

In a private room.

An old man in a white robe stood facing a wall, his eyes burning.

On the wall, there was a sheet of calligraphy, a painting, and several photos.

The calligraphy and painting were made by Ye Bei.

The photos were from the same traces in the major ruins all over the world.

"The East is really a mysterious country... I have a hunch, that person will show up soon. Is it like the three boys said, is he just an old man or a strange hidden expert?" Looking at the calligraphy and picture, dozens of minutes later, the old man in white robe whispered to himself.

"However, no matter what, I have been struggling for this all my life. If I can explore this mystery, even if it is not understood by the world, it doesn't matter, I just want to live forever." At this point, the white-robed old man had a bit of unprecedented madness in his voice, there was even murderous intent... this secret, there were still six other people who knew it.

This old man was exactly Ralph.

According to the rumors, this archaeologist who was abandoned by Egypt had another unknown identity: the descendant of the Egyptian Pharaoh... he once inadvertently read the Pharaoh classics and found that it recorded part of the mystery of longevity.

Those Pharaohs, in order to live forever, wrapped themselves in white cloth when they were about to die, and even built a pyramid that shocked the world.

This... was also the true purpose of Ralph's countless expeditions to pursue that trace.

...

The night passed in a flash.

The traces of the spring rain had long since disappeared.

The tourists on the Ancient Street were still as they were in the past, taking advantage of the brightening sky, breathing the sober air in the early morning.

It's just that this day was different from usual.

On Ancient Street, a bit of excitement was faintly revealed.

The shopkeepers and shop assistants were no longer as lazy as they used to be. Instead, they put on unique national costumes. Whenever they saw tourists, they would show a simple smile.

On the street, many street vendors and gadgets were gradually appearing and increasing.

Ye Bei was dressed in a white robe with his hands on his back, walking slowly along the street.

His eyes were indistinct.

In his eyes, it was very aloof.

His body exuded a cold breath of its own accord.

Even some beautiful women with face control, seeing Ye Bei, their complexion flushed, did not dare to make up their minds to step forward.

Soon, Ye Bei walked out of the Ancient Street and entered the town.

The spring equinox came quietly.

The spring rains of one and a half night made all the willow trees on the street shinier...

Ancient Town, an asphalt road leading to Peaceful Restaurant.

As the center of the Ancient Town, this place was always bustling on weekdays, with countless cars passing through, but entering was against the law. A large number of special police, with the cooperation of local officials, under the banner of protecting cultural relics, carried out the blockade of the streets nearby. All pedestrians passing by must undergo strict inspections, and it was forbidden to carry any dangerous objects.

When Ye Bei stepped on this asphalt road, in front, there were very few vehicles here, but there were more powerful men in suits and luxurious women in formal dresses. They stepped on this street with their shiny leather shoes.

Most of them were familiar with each other.

They were from the upper-class circle, and most ordinary people simply couldn't get into it.

In front of Ye Bei, there was a middle-aged man in his forties with a fat face. He was holding a girl who looked pure that did not exceed twenty years old.

"This Ancient Town antique auction has finally begun. I was already prepared as early as seven days ago. I heard that there is a very good thing about the items in this auction. Is it a handwritten poem by Tsangyang Gyatso?" The girl's voice was crisp, with a natural feeling.

The middle-aged man listened, his expression was very confident, his voice contained a bit of lust, "I am determined to get that thing, don't worry, no matter how much money I spend, I will buy it for you at that time."

"Tsangyang Gyatso, is he really a monk? It's so strange that a monk can make such beautiful words." The girl blinked her eyes and twisted her body, her voice was a bit cute and coquettish.

"It should be said that he is a monk who knows how to write poetry..." The middle-aged man smiled lightly and answered seriously, seemingly profound.

Ye Bei stood behind, listening to this, his eyes let out a glimmer, but his thoughts drifted away quietly.

Tsangyang Gyatso...

He was indeed a monk, and hundreds of years ago, Ye Bei also discussed about secularity with him in front of the great wall of sand in southern Tibet... Unfortunately, that period of history had long been forgotten.

Just as Ye Bei gradually fell into memory, suddenly, a discordant voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Sir, I'm sorry... no further entry is allowed here. There will be a huge and grand auction here today, and you will need an invitation letter to go inside... In addition, people with disheveled clothes are not allowed to enter."

It was a staff member who said this, stretched out his hand, frowned, and stood in front of Ye Bei with a cold voice.

There was a bit of doubt in his eyes.

When the voice resounded, it immediately attracted the attention of many other guests.

Originally, those upper-class people ignored Ye Bei's existence. This time, they turned their eyes on and made comments.

In front, the innocent girl turned around, seemingly clear eyes fell on Ye Bei, her body was taken aback, her cheeks were reddish, but soon, she returned to the original shape, and she tightened the middle-aged man next to him, "Long Hai, isn't this person too weird? Wearing ancient costumes to participate in the auction? Is he the actor invited by the organizer?"

The middle-aged man called Long Hai looked at Ye Bei, his brows furrowed, it seemed that it was because of Ye Bei's features that his eyes were full of unkindness, "It's just a little white face. The clothes he wears are also vulgar, he doesn't even look what occasion this is."

Except for them, it was basically the same was true for others.

Ye Bei was standing, even without looking, he could feel a lot of sarcasm in his eyes.

But he didn't care about these eyes and voices.

He was already super old. Whether he was doing things or dressing, he already had the style he particularly liked. When these so-called upper-class people ridiculed Ye Bei, they didn't know that they were the real frogs at the bottom of the well here. None of them could get into Ye Bei's eyes.

When stopped by the staff, Ye Bei did not speak, nor did he take out the invitation letter.

He just stood there and waited quietly for something.

After a few seconds...

A sedan black car drove slowly from the asphalt street of the Ancient Town.

There was a special police to check the card, with just a glance at the card, he immediately let it go, and at the same time respectfully saluted the people inside.

With that car appeared...

The people on both sides of the street all turned their eyes on the car. The abhorrence is their eyes just now all disappeared in a flash, it was replaced by admiration and envy instead.

As for the people in that car...

Through the car window, they saw Ye Bei wearing a white robe. Sitting in the car, their faces pale and their bodies could not stop shaking and twitching.