In Wensheng's antique shop, it was unusually quiet.

The old man stood in front of the table, but he was very calm.

Seeing that Ye Bei was holding a wood carving, the old man didn't speak, just waited quietly beside him.

"Hell, an empty store."

"Hey, where's the clerk? Didn't anyone greet you......"

"It's open, it's not open."

"Wonderful."

During this period.

There are still many tourists who have walked into the antique shop.

But after seeing Ye Bei and the old man, those people complained a few words and left one after another, but there was no major conflict.

Tick, tick, tick.

Yesterday there was heavy rain.

Water on the eaves, and there are still remnants.

As the sun shines past, from time to time droplets of water fall, hitting the floor on the street outside, ticking, ticking.

Wensheng antique shop.

The old man waited for more than ten minutes.

Seeing that Ye Bei was still holding the wood carving, not moving at all, he finally couldn't help it.

"Hey, boy, have you finished reading it? If you really want to see it, make a price, this thing will be yours in the future, and you can look at it however you want, and make sure that no one disturbs you. The old man rubbed his hands, and there was a slight impatience in his voice.

And Ye Bei, who heard this.

Slowly came back to his senses......

He glanced at the old man in front of him.

A little bit of interest.

He lived too long.

Under normal circumstances, he rarely finds someone to talk about.

But there are also times.

He'll tell people about things.

This seems to have become a habit, a unique way of life.

So, Ye Bei spoke, and his voice was very flat: "Don't you want to hear a story about it?" ”

When speaking.

That deep gaze looked at the old man.

"Uh......" The old man paused, then shook his head repeatedly: "What are you kidding?" How can you know at such a young age? I've asked a lot of experts before, and they don't know any of them......"

But.

That's when he said that.

Click.

Ye Bei clicked and put the rattan carving on the table.

"Probably, more than 700 years ago, the northwest was not a desert, and at that time, there were many people living in it and forming a small town! And in the town, there is a very young master woodcarver, what he does every day, is to open the door, sit in the middle of the lobby, and watch the pedestrians coming and going in the town, year after year, day after day, so that the appearance of each pedestrian is clearly remembered by him, and at night, this person is closing the door and carving inside......"

Ye Bei's voice was faint.

But it's infectious......

When these words fell.

The old man standing in the lobby of Wensheng's antique shop found that all the scenes in front of him had completely changed.

He suddenly appeared on a bustling ancient street.

All around the body are pedestrians in cloth shirts.

Among them were men and women, old and young.

Some people whispered to each other.

Some people are chasing.

There are people who are exchanging goods......

On one side of his body, there was an ancient house, the door opened, and a teenager sat in it, watching him.

"Over time, all the people in the town were carved into life by the master, and later, many people in the town saw it and asked for their statues, under the pretext that they wanted to save them! And the master gave it away for free......"

Ye Bei's voice continued.

"In just a few days, the master gave away all the statues! At first, it was okay, but the townspeople were very satisfied, kept the wood carvings well, treated the master with a pleasant face, and even sent some food. But one day, a merchant from a neighboring town came over, entered a townman's house, found a wood carving, and saw that it was truly carved, so he spent some money and bought it......" When he said this, Ye Bei's voice was extremely leisurely.

It's just that.

The old man listened.

But he suddenly came back to his senses.

Without waiting for Ye Bei to continue.

He opened his mouth and interrupted Ye Bei's words: "Yes, when we entered the tomb in the Northwest Desert, we found that it was not a simple tomb, he was too big, like a city buried underground, and there were many skeletons in it. ”

Hiss!

When it comes to this.

The old man gasped again.

Looking up, look at Ye Bei.

"You go on, young man." His voice was a little hurried.

Ye Bei opened his mouth, whether it was his face or voice, he was very indifferent from beginning to end, without the slightest change: "Later, the people in that town, seeing that it was profitable, sold the statues at home one after another, and after selling out, many people took the initiative to find the master and ask for new wood carvings!" ”

"Insatiable." In the Wensheng antique shop, the old man shook his head in disdain.

"At the beginning, I didn't care, I carved them as usual, and everyone still treated each other with courtesy, but as more and more wood carvings were sold, the price continued to rise, and all the people in those towns regarded the master as a cash cow! Because when they asked for the wood carvings in the first place, they didn't pay anything...... Later, when I continued to ask for it, I didn't pay it. ”

"The story of the farmer and the snake! I've heard a lot of this genre. ”

The old man's eyes narrowed.

Yes, when the mind comes back a little.

This old man listened to what Ye Bei said as a story.

"Not really." Ye Bei shook his head: "Carving wood carving, naturally requires a lot of wood, those townspeople, at the beginning, they asked for it, but it turned out that the speed of the master carving alone was too slow, so many townspeople also began to learn carving, and even cut down all the trees around the town...... Later, without the protection of the trees, another sandstorm struck, and the town, and all the wealth of the wood carvings, were covered in sand! With the passage of time, the whole area was completely deserted, and the town disappeared from history, and no one ever spoke of it again, but the master was still alive, traveling all over the world, even to modern times. ”

Speaking of which.

Ye Bei's voice stopped abruptly.

The entire lobby became extremely silent.

The old man's vicissitudes of life, looking at the wood carving in front of the table, looked a little distracted.

It's been a long time.

The old man looked away.

turned to look at Ye Bei.

It's like I've thought of something.

The voice was a little hurried and confused: "In the story you said, that small town, could it be real?" Is that the place our team encountered when they went to rob the tomb? How can such a thing exist...... And, Master, are you sure you're still alive? ”

(End of chapter)