Syllable!

Pan Shengcheng slapped himself on the head.

Then he reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then his eyes widened, staring at the thief hole.

The muscles on the face are twisted.

With a little fear, he staggered to the entrance of the thief cave and shouted loudly inside: "Old man Wu, Zhang Qitian, are you okay?" That idiot is crazy...... He jumped straight in...... I didn't stop you, but if you hear it, answer it! ”

The sound is very loud, and in the thief hole, it causes a crisp reverberation.

Whew......

The chill hit his face and made him feel cold all over.

Just when Pan Shengcheng felt that something was really wrong......

Inside, there was an unceremonious roar: "Shengcheng, what nonsense are you talking about?" What are you rubbing? By the way, the weirdly dressed little brother is still there? ”

"No, it's gone...... He ......"

Pan Shengcheng's head suddenly went blank, and when he heard Wu Sanri's voice, he felt that he was dreaming.

"Not there? Great, this is a great opportunity for you to send all the tools in...... Also, you come in and remove the rope for me!" There is never a single exit from any tomb...... When we enter the tomb, we will destroy the entrance, take the contents and dig an exit from another place, and all the contents will be ours! ”

Wu Sanri was extremely excited.

But after saying this, Pan Shengcheng, who was still in the inner courtyard, looked even more ugly, he clearly saw Ye Bei jump in just now, but now, Wu Sanri in the tomb didn't seem to have discovered Ye Bei at all?

……

The tomb was very cold inside, because it was underground, and there was not even a trace of light.

However, when Ye Bei appeared, some candles on the wall all burned automatically, and the dusty lampshade still couldn't block the bright light.

The catacombs are huge!

At least 200 square meters.

The candlelight illuminated this place, and Ye Bei, who was standing in it, looked more leisurely.

Because......

The architectural style in front of him was all too familiar to him.

At the edge of the east wall, there is a huge golden silk nanmu bookshelf, on which a large number of Yebei once whims, with bamboo slips written in bamboo slips, are neatly placed on it!

It contains an analysis of the disappearance of the Mantian God Buddha overnight.

There are also some strange things that Ye Bei encountered when he traveled through the mountains and rivers in ancient times.

There are also truths that have long been forgotten or tampered with in history......

Each one carries a shocking secret! Each one of them is long gone! Every book, when taken to the ground, will cause a huge sensation and become a national treasure and countless experts have studied it all night!

On the edge of the west wall, there are many wooden nails.

Hanging on it are some ornaments, which seem simple but shocking.

If there are some historians or knowledgeable archaeologists who come here, they will be absolutely amazed!

Van Gogh's paintings, medieval bows and arrows, prehistoric stone axes, ancient animal teeth......

This small wall, as if the history of human civilization is all recorded in it, is enough to peak the modern human beings, that has long been ingrained cognition!

Now......

Ye Bei wore a long shirt and carried it with both hands!

Standing in the middle of this secret room study......

His gaze was not on the bamboo slips, nor on the ornaments, but on the north wall, a slightly yellowed canvas......

The canvas is made of silk cloth, which was woven by hand thousands of years ago.

Even after a thousand years......

Under the refraction of the candlelight, it also releases a bright luster on it.

But the age is too old, and the ink traces on the canvas have long been blurred...... Even the silk cloth, as if the slightest touch, will turn into powder and disappear completely!

However, when looking at this painting, Ye Bei's mind couldn't help but lightly float the voice of the old man.

Thousands of years ago, it was also in such a layout of the study!

A boy and a teenager sit facing each other at a desk.

A teenager with pen and paper, recording interesting stories on bamboo slips......

The boy picked up a piece of paper, his eyes were simple, and his voice was serious: "Master, let me draw a picture for you!" ”

The young man nodded, and muttered softly: "Good! ”

"Master, it's done, this painting, I want to keep it safe, if you leave one day, even if you are old, I won't forget you!" The boy held the painting and regarded it as a treasure.

"Hmm!" Less young um.

The sound of a thousand years ago lingers in my ears......

After another hour, Ye Bei quietly came back to his senses!

The so-called things are not people...... That's it!

The things of the past have decayed, and the people of the past are gone......

The long river of time can consume everything, but it left the lonely Ye Bei alone!

"Alas!" Ye Bei sighed softly: "Ninety thousand years of immortality, Hongchen ...... in a thought"

The voice fell, and the index finger moved slightly!

The canvas in front of him became clear at an incredible speed......

In the painting, it's a teenager!

The young man sat at the table with a pen, dressed in a white shirt, not stained with dust, and his deep eyes contained the entire starry sky...... It seems that everything is just a flash in the pan for him!

That painting is exactly what Ye Bei looked like thousands of years ago.

Even the clothes on his body are exactly the same.

Those merciless years, no matter how abrasive and cruel they were...... But he couldn't hurt Ye Bei in the slightest!

However, the canvas is just clear...... The next moment, it turned into powder again, into a grain of silver-white crystal light, a gust of wind blew for no reason, and the crystal light floated all over the secret room study.

As the crystal light falls......

On the east wall, the decaying golden silk nanmu bookshelf has been restored to new and vibrant, as if it had just been built...... Even in the air, there is a sober and elegant woody fragrance.

The bamboo slips placed on it have faded from the traces of history, and the yellowed bamboo pieces have turned blue-green.

On the west wall, the ornaments that record the history of human civilization are so new and exquisite that you may even suspect that they are made by modern craftsmanship.

The whole secret room study ...... It has also quietly become the original state!

It's getting more and more familiar!

However, Ye Bei, who was looking at all this, did not change in the expression and eyes on his face.

He knew that what he saw before him was nothing but familiarity......

The long river of time will only move forward, and cannot be reversed.

The past, antiquities, will always be just used for remembrance......

……

Ye Bei put his hands behind his back and stood quietly.

Another hour passed.

Rumble......

A muffled sound rang out from the south wall.

A bluestone brick shattered, creating a one-meter-diameter hole.

Three dusty men stumbled through the hole......

But when they entered the secret room study and saw Ye Bei in a white shirt and standing with his hands in his hands, they were all stunned in place, rubbing their eyes vigorously, their bodies trembling wildly, and they were directly stunned!