Five pickup trucks, carrying a large number of bamboo calligraphy and paintings, were lost in the direction of Wu's house.

The five drivers, when they saw the big scene in the gallery just now, turned pale at the moment.

Ye Bei sat in the first leather car.

The windows rolled down halfway.

At this time, it was not early, and the sun was shining from the sky, paving the entire ancient town with a layer of golden light.

The driver was a middle-aged man.

On his face, there is a slight stubble, his skin is dark, as if he has been washed by the years, his fingertips are slightly black, you can see that he smokes all year round, his back is very straight, and sweat stains his shirt.

When Ye Bei looked at the scenery outside......

This man, from the corner of his eye, glanced at Ye Bei from time to time, his left index finger moved slightly, but there was a trace of fear in his eyes.

"Smoke it!" Ye Bei, who was sitting in the passenger seat, gently held the two wood carvings in his right hand, quietly looking at the scenery outside the car window, with an indifferent face, and when he spoke, his voice was very light.

The man's body trembled.

I wondered why this young man in a white shirt knew that he wanted to smoke.

But he quickly pulled out a shriveled cigarette case from his pocket, and there were only two cigarettes left in it.

He took out one, held it to the corner of his mouth, and did not light it, but stared at the other cigarette in the cigarette case, hesitated for a second, and then spoke: "That, little brother, there is another one, do you smoke?" ”

"No." Ye Bei replied softly, his voice indifferent.

"Okay!"

The man grinned, baring a mouthful of yellowed teeth, and unceremoniously shoved the shriveled cigarette case back into his pocket.

"What happened in the gallery just now, it's really crazy, four people died, and those four people, why did they suddenly go crazy? What kind of wood carving is still talking about in your mouth, I don't think this wood carving is much of a problem? ”

The speed of the pickup truck was not very fast, and after the driver lit the cigarette, he took a deep breath, and his eyes inadvertently swept to the wood carving in Ye Bei's hand, and his body was a little chilly, but he still asked curiously.

"Hmm." Ye Bei light um.

The driver's eyes moved to the front, now there are more and more tourists on the ancient street, from time to time someone rushes out of the road, he drives very carefully, from time to time also looks behind through the rearview mirror, worried that there are tourists who will take bamboo calligraphy and painting.

However, it is obviously also an idle person: "Sir, that, today you offended Wu Yuanchun of the Wu family, the trouble may be a little big, and now you are driving to the Wu family, is it really okay?" ”

"Just go." Ye Bei's voice was cold.

"I'm just a driver, whether it's the Wu family or you, I can't afford to offend, when the time comes, after driving over, Wu Shao gave me a reward, I'll leave, presumably they won't be as knowledgeable as me." Half of the smoke had been burned, and the driver shook his head, his voice helpless, in his opinion, the white-shirted young man in front of him was very mysterious.

Ye Bei did not answer.

His eyes were looking out the window.

On the ancient street, after the festival, it gradually returned to liveliness.

It's just that there are a lot less catkins in the air...... In just a few days, those potted plants and willow trees on the side of the street have become more brilliant and green, and through the car window, Ye Bei saw another acquaintance.

"Sir, do you want a ride?"

The driver, with a yellowed towel around his neck, bare arms, asked the roadside tourists.

"Sir, twenty yuan, just walk around the whole ancient street."

The coachman stopped next to a young man with enthusiasm on his face.

The pickup truck didn't drive fast, so it slowly passed by the driver, Ye Bei sat in the car, his eyes were leisurely, but the driver didn't notice Ye Bei, he was still talking with tourists, looking for customers.

After a long time, Ye Bei withdrew his gaze again.

Looking through the front window and looking at the distant sky, the pupils are extremely deep.

……

Egypt, an architecturally ancient manor.

Inside the manor, there is a small house made of loess bricks.

An old man in a white robe, covering his entire face and revealing only a pair of vicissitudes of life, sat quietly at a wooden table, holding an ancient book in his hands with great reverence.

The ancient book was yellowed throughout, and there were many holes in it.

But when the old man held it in his hand, he regarded it as a treasure, and his movements were carefully turned.

The four walls of the room are all painted with strange patterns.

Sphinx.

Statue of the pharaoh.

The god of the sun wheel, Aten.

Spooky pharaoh curse characters.

And in front of the old man, there was another middle-aged man in a white robe with respectful eyes, he knelt on one knee and muttered in a low voice: "Your Excellency Patriarch, I have already called the Huaxia Kingdom just now, if it is correct, the prophecy on the ancient books has been verified, Ralph has pointed us in a new direction at the cost of his soul, and now, that person is about to go to the chess piece we once laid out, the Wu family." ”

"The Wu family is not his opponent."

On the seat, the old man in the white robe, with all his eyes on the ancient books, was silent for a long time before he spit out such a sentence.

"Your Excellency the Patriarch, we ......," the white-robed man's voice hesitated.

"It's a temptation! Since the beginning of the five thousand years, our people have been following in his footsteps, generation after generation, after death, we have hid in dark corners, and we have survived, but we have never forgotten the curse of the Pharaoh, and as long as we live, we must find out. On the seat, the white-robed old man's voice was vicissitudes, hoarse, and unquestionable.

The man who knelt on one knee on the ground said in a puzzled voice: "Patriarch, that person, is it really that powerful?" If it was really that powerful, the whole world would have belonged to him a long time ago, right? It's so hard to find traces of him now. ”

"That's why he's strong!" The old man's eyes narrowed.

It's too easy for a real strong man to become famous all over the world...... But if you want to hide in this world, and inadvertently erase all traces, this is the real terrible.

The man didn't quite understand, he was still too young to understand many things.

"You get out!" The old man's voice continued.

"Yes!" The man stood up, saluted respectfully, and stepped back with a light step.

When the old man was the only one left in this room, he slowly closed the ancient book.

On the cover of the ancient book, in ancient Egyptian, four words are written: The Book of the Pharaohs. But next to these four words, there is another ancient word, that word is vigorous and powerful, exuding an incomparably mysterious atmosphere, and that word is: Saint!

"Pharaoh left countless miracles at the cost of time, laid out 5,000 years, in our generation, can we really find that secret, can we really succeed?"

The old man looked at the word, and his voice was low.

In those vicissitudes of life, the scorching light of the releaser at this moment, raised his head slightly, and his eyes seemed to be looking through the wall to the east.