Xianghe Restaurant.

...... in a private room

An old man in a white robe stood on a wall with burning eyes.

On the wall, there is a letter, a painting, and several photographs......

The calligraphy and painting were made by Ye Bei.

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

"The East is really a mysterious country...... I already have a hunch that the man is about to show up! Is it as the three boys said, an old man who is dying, or a strange man who is hidden in the world? ”

Looking at the calligraphy, paintings and photos, for a long time, the white-robed old man whispered to himself.

"However, no matter what, I have struggled all my life for this, and if I can explore the mystery, even if it is not understood by the world, it doesn't matter, just seek immortality." When he said this, the white-robed old man's voice was even more crazy than ever, and there was even a touch of erasure...... There are still six people who know this secret!

This old man is none other than Ralph.

The archaeologist, who was rumored to have been abandoned by Egypt...... He also had another unknown identity, a descendant of the pharaohs of Egypt...... I once accidentally flipped through the pharaonic scriptures and found that they recorded part of the mystery of immortality.

Those pharaohs, on the verge of death in order to live forever, wrapped themselves in white cloth and even built pyramids for which the world was shocked!

This...... It is also the true purpose of Ralph's countless expeditions to pursue the traces.

……

The night passed in a flash.

The traces of spring rain have long since disappeared.

The visitors of the ancient street, as in the past, are still breathing the sober air of the early morning while taking advantage of the gradually brightening sky.

It's just that this day is different from the usual.

On the ancient street, there is a faint hint of liveliness.

The owners and clerks of those shops are no longer as lazy as in the past, but have put on unique national costumes, and show simple smiles whenever they see tourists.

On the street, there are many wandering vendors and knick-knacks selling them, and there are gradually more and more of them.

Ye Bei was dressed in a white shirt, carrying his hands behind his back, and walked slowly on the street.

His gaze was gloomy.

In his eyes, he was indifferent......

His body exuded a cold aura on its own.

Even some beauties with Yan Kong, when they saw Ye Bei, their faces turned red, and they didn't 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 is approaching.

The spring rain in one night and a half made all the willow trees on the street more shiny......

The ancient town, an asphalt road leading to Xianghe Restaurant.

As the center of the ancient town, it is always bustling with cars passing through on weekdays...... A large number of special police, with the cooperation of local officials, under the banner of protecting cultural relics, are blocking the streets in this vicinity, and all pedestrians passing by must go through strict inspections and are prohibited from carrying any dangerous objects.

When Ye Bei stepped on this asphalt road...... Ahead, there are very few vehicles here, but there are more powerful men in suits and luxurious women in dresses...... They walked down the street in shiny shoes.

Most of them are acquainted.

They have a common circle, called high society, and ordinary people can't fit in at all.

In front of Ye Bei, there was a middle-aged man in his forties with a fat face, he was holding a girl with a pure appearance of no more than twenty,

"This ancient town antique auction has finally begun, as early as seven days ago, I started to prepare, I heard that the items in this auction, there is a very good thing, is the manuscript poems of Cangyang Gyatso?" The girl's voice is crisp and naturally has a sassy feeling.

When the middle-aged man heard this, his face was confident, and his voice was a little doting: "I am determined to get that thing, don't worry, no matter how much money it costs, I will buy it for you when the time comes!" ”

"Cangyang Gyatso, is he really a monk? It's really strange that a monk can make such beautiful words. ”

The girl blinked her eyes, twisted her body, and her voice was a little cute.

"It should be said that he is a monk who can compose poetry......" The middle-aged man smiled lightly and replied seriously, seemingly profound.

Ye Bei stood behind, hearing this, his eyes were faint, but his thoughts were quietly drifting away.

Cangyang Gyatso......

He is indeed a monk, and hundreds of years ago, Ye Bei and he talked about this worldly ...... together in front of the southern cliff of Tibet It's a pity that that period of history has long been forgotten.

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

"I'm sorry, sir...... No further entry is allowed here! There will be a huge auction here today, and if you go inside, you will need an invitation...... In addition, those who are not in good clothes are not allowed to enter! ”

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

There was a little doubt in his eyes.

The sound fell, and immediately attracted the attention of many other guests.

Originally, those upper-class people ignored Ye Bei's existence, but this time, they all looked sideways and commented on it.

In front, the pure-looking girl turned around, and her seemingly clear eyes fell on Ye Bei, her body was slightly stunned, and her cheeks were slightly red, but soon, she returned to her original state, and pulled the middle-aged man next to her tighter: "Long Hai, is this person really strange?" Coming to the auction in a period costume? It can't be the actor invited by the organizers, right? ”

The middle-aged man known as Long Hai looked at Ye Bei, his brows were tightly locked, it seemed that because of Ye Bei's youth, his eyes were full of unkindness: "It's just a little white face!" The clothes you wear are also vulgar, and you don't look at what the occasion is! ”

In addition to them.

The same is basically true for others.

Ye Bei stood there, and he didn't even need to look at it, he could feel a lot of sarcastic gazes.

But......

He didn't care about these eyes and voices.

He has lived too long, whether it is doing things or dressing, he has already had his favorite style...... These so-called upper-class people in front of them, when they ridiculed Ye Bei, they didn't know that they were the real frogs at the bottom of the well, and they couldn't get into Ye Bei's eyes at all.

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

Just stand quietly and wait quietly!

After a few seconds......

A small black car slowly drove from the asphalt streets of the ancient town.

There is a special police check card, just a glance, immediately let it go, and at the same time salute the people inside.

With that little car appeared......

The people on both sides of the street all looked at the car, and in their eyes, the contempt for Ye Bei just now, when they looked at the car, they all turned into admiration and envy!

And the people in that car......

Through the car window, I saw Ye Bei, who was wearing a white shirt, sitting in the car, his face was pale, and his body couldn't stop trembling!