90,000 Years of Longevity

Chapter 87: Falling Lantern

Peaceful Restaurant, private room.

The seven old people all calmed down.

"Everyone, the picture has changed. Moreover, Wang Xizhi's calligraphy and painting can also explain some problems. Also, in the video just now, didn't you find out that the old man from the gallery also went into the private room? The video can be monitored, from beginning to end, I have never seen him come out, this is too doubtful." The Greek archaeologist said in a deep voice, his eyes revealed raging flame.

"If you look at it this way, it really is."

"It's so weird, there is no exit in the private room."

"Who said no? There is a window leading to the hall, and another window facing at the Ancient Street."

"Could it be that they jumped out of the window? It was on the third floor, and this private room was just a street next to the window facing the Ancient Street. If you jump down, you will undoubtedly die."

"Everyone, if there is such a person, common sense cannot be inferred. He... It is very likely that he has lived for thousands of years."

These seven calm old people expressed their opinions one after another, feeling the weirdness of things more and more, and a wave of coldness continued to emerge from their bodies. Regarding the secret they were looking for, the more they found a clue, the more they became scared.

Ralph spoke again, "Let's gamble, this is the last time. We don't lack money, when we came back to the Ancient Town, we brought a lot of bodyguards. Each of them is an elite among the elite, and many of them were expert who survived from the real battlefield."

"Yes, we can't wait any longer. If that person is still alive, he will definitely possess incredible powers. We must control him before his powers are shown." The American archaeologist said gravely.

"Send someone directly to control the gallery forcibly, this is our bet."

"Yeah."

Soon, these people finished talking over their plans.

After repeated fears and shocks, all of them at this moment were crazy, and they began to convene the bodyguard team of this auction for the first time to make detailed plans for this matter.

...

Ancient Street, the entrance of the gallery.

The front door was empty, all the calligraphy and painting were arranged, and even the dust on the ground was swept away.

Ye Bei was facing the cold wind, his black hair was flying, looking very heroic.

It's too late, but it did affect the enthusiasm of the people in this Ancient Street.

Opposite the gallery, there was a large number of tourists and many strange faces.

Due to restrictions on the antique auction of Peaceful Restaurant, ordinary people were not allowed to enter. After the enthusiasm became popular, even some antique shops in the Ancient Street became overcrowded.

"Boss, is this jade bracelet really from the Ming Dynasty? Why does it look so new?" A middle-aged woman fiddled with a jade bracelet barehanded, her voice a little confused.

"Hey, this customer, don't hold this bracelet with your hands like that. They are all antiques! If you don't buy them, you can just check them out. Our shop only sells genuine products; we won't deceive you." Wu Sanri who was dressed in a dark red jacket quickly shouted to the woman.

"Boss, your lantern is so dilapidated and sold for 30,000 Yuan? When I was in another store just now, a lantern was only ten yuan, this business is too dark!" A middle-aged man picked up a yellowed lantern and yelled dissatisfiedly. 

"Customer, the lanterns over there are made of modern technology. My lantern was hung in the palace of the Qing Dynasty. Can it be the same?" Several black lines appeared on Wu Sanri's face, and he staggered, carefully taking the lantern away from the man's hand.

"Boss, do you have any treasures in this store? Can you show it?" A gorgeously dressed woman said with a bit of arrogance in her voice, when Wu Sanri looked at her, she continued, "I've been to Ancient Street these few days and I want to take some photos. If I can take some photos of the treasures of the Ancient Town and send it to Moment of my We Chat, it will be great, because I can a lot of friends and I can help you promote it."

Wu Sanri wandered back and forth in the antique shop with sweat on his forehead. 

Although there were many customers, there were really no antique buyers, almost none...

As for Pan Shengcheng and Zhang Qitian, it was estimated that they could not stand this noisy environment, so they had never appeared.

Ye Bei stood in front of the door, watching quietly.

Wu Sanri was busy, had his own goals, and was still a famous tomb robber. Now, the way he lived was enough to make many people envious.

The sky was almost yellow.

The Ancient Street became livelier and livelier, and Ye Bei's white robe also attracted the attention of many tourists.

At the entrance of the antique shop, Wu Sanri hung two red lanterns. 

The entrances of other shops were all dimly lit.

In contrast, this gallery was extremely depressed.

In front of the gallery, there were also two brand new red lanterns. They were not electric lights, but new candles.

But ah, there was a lack of a lamplighter today, and the candlelight was not lit.

As a result, the gallery with the word "Closed" seemed a little out of place with the surrounding environment.

"The car is like flowing water, the horse like a dragon, the flowers and the moon are in the spring breeze." Ye Bei sighed slightly, he turned around, brushed his sleeves, and walked towards the gallery lobby again.

The two red lanterns hung on the eaves were swaying in the wind. Among them, the lantern on the left, with the rope tied on it, rubbed against the corner of the eaves from time to time as it made a sizzling sound.

Snapped!

When Ye Bei returned to the lobby and closed the door of this gallery again, the lantern on the left was finally unable to hold on under the cold wind. The rope was frayed, a wisp of dust bounced, and the lantern snapped. It fell in front of the door, and the candle placed in the middle fell out of the lantern.

On the ancient street, tourists were still there.

In the antique shop, the voice of the guests asking was still very noisy.

In the inner courtyard of the gallery, there was a familiar smell of rice quietly wafting out.

However, the falling lantern in front of the gallery, moving with the wind in front of the gallery, did not seem to cause anyone to notice.

...

The cold wind was rustling.

When this side of the Ancient Town entered the festive atmosphere, everything seemed orderly.

On the asphalt road outside the Ancient Town, there were a large number of black cars galloping past. In each car, there were four people. Those people, sitting upright, exuded a kind of cold breath.

"Master, I'm about to reach the ancient town. Are we going to take action today?" Among them, in the leading car, in addition to the driver, there was also a dark-skinned man with full frost aura. At this moment, he was holding the phone and his voice was extremely respectful.

"The lantern has fallen. Although the Old Master didn't say anything, the result has been determined. Remember, don't do it too much. When at the Golden Age Hotel in Q City last time, the job was not done with satisfaction. It could not compare to the handling of the Zhao Family. Anyway, one final sentence: you must not disturb his elderly!" 

On the phone, the voice carried a bit of unpredictability and cold murderous intent.

"Yes!" Inside the car, the dark-skinned man nodded slightly and replied softly. When thinking of that youth in the white shirt, his face showed an imperceptible fear.