"There must be some special means."

"That's right...... Levitation, everyone has heard of it? Some people can still levitate on the street, and it turns out that that kind of people usually have a stick in their hands and a seat that has been fixed long ago under their buttocks. ”

"If I'm right, there's a rope on top of this wood carving that is invisible to the naked eye."

"Yes, this guy must be in the same group!"

"Damn, hurry up, now these days, liars are so arrogant, I don't want to see it."

With the old man's roar fell.

Quite a few unrelated tourists...... The reaction time is very fast.

After coming back to his senses, he thought about it for a while, and felt that he had seen through the strange situation in front of him.

So they began to speak.

Meantime......

These people didn't continue to surround them anymore.

There is quite a tendency to scatter in a hurry.

It's just that......

When these voices of theirs are spoken.

Xia Hui, who was still standing in the lobby, was completely confused.

He himself knew it well......

He was definitely not in league with the old man in front of him and the shopkeeper.

Throwing that wood carving by yourself was just a whim.

But......

In this case, he simply did not have a chance to explain.

Even when a large number of tourists left outside, Xia Hui, who was already relatively close to the door, was pushed by countless people, and soon, he was pushed to the street of the Confucian Temple.

Don't really say it.

As the old man's words fell.

In less than three minutes, in the lobby of Wensheng's antique shop, all the onlookers left.

Chirping!

And the old man no longer hesitated.

Seeing that everyone was gone, he looked at the vine tree that was still suspended in the air.

He took a quick step and squeaked the door of the shop shut.

Call!

After doing this, he turned around and looked at Ye Bei again.

His expression was more solemn than ever.

"What I saw in the tombs of the Northwest Desert was the same as here...... When we entered the tomb, we found many things, free from the constraints of gravity, suspended in the air, and when I got this wood carving, I tried it many times, and I told many people, but no one believed me! ”

The door closes.

The old man looked at Ye Bei and said in a hoarse voice.

"Just now, I did not believe what you said, sir, but now it is different...... Even, I think that I was able to bring wood carving here, it is a kind of fate! I can give this thing to you directly, but, what you just said about creation......"

As he said this, the old man's voice stopped.

His eyes reddened slightly......

"There are a lot of lies about what I said before, but I did go to that tomb and see the city, but all the people in my team are trapped there, and I think they're all dead! Sir, you know so much, there must be a way, maybe they are all alive. ”

The old man's voice became more and more hoarse.

The body also trembled extremely much.

Moreover......

When the old man finished speaking.

The vine eagle that had been suspended in the air flew in the direction of Ye Bei in diameter.

Finally, it landed firmly in front of the table.

"Things stay here, you return to the Northwest Desert, some people, some things, you will also see again, this is the creation given to you." Ye Bei opened.

The old man's body trembled violently.

"Yes!"

He opened his mouth and said in a deep voice.

Although there is not a lot of communication with Ye Bei......

But at the moment.

He had already completely believed Ye Bei's words.

"Okay."

Ye Bei nodded.

And the old man simply ......

Try to stand up straight.

Slowly turned around......

Chirping!

With a little force, pull the door open.

Then he stepped out......

Ye Bei sat in front of the table, looking at this scene with a faint gaze.

The moment the old man stepped out of the threshold, the wood carving blurred at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally disappeared completely.

The doors are open.

On the streets......

A large number of tourists, antique customers come and go.

At the door of Wensheng's antique shop, from the noise just now, it has changed back to cold silence, and many tourists don't even look at it.

"There are a lot of debris buried in that place, and I left that information in the rattan statue, and after so many years, there are really people who go there! The fact that the younger generation was able to discover that ruin can be regarded as a kind of chance. ”

Ye Bei looked at the street and muttered in his voice.

……

Temple of Literature, on the street.

A middle-aged man, with an old man, walked in it.

"Old man, this is the Temple of Literature, the whole street is full of antiques, and it is also this place that had an accident yesterday ......"

The young man whispered in the old man's ear as he walked.

These two.

It was Wang An and Cheng Shou.

"Yesterday's events are all settled, right?" Wang An asked in a deep voice.

Cheng Shou paused.

looked at Wang Anshi......

I felt a little sad in my heart.

Everyone says that the old immortals of Kunlun Mountain are omnipotent, and they are the real immortals in the world.

But at this moment......

Cheng Shou could clearly feel that the person in front of him was really old, and even some memories had become blurred.

"It's almost all solved, and people from the law enforcement department don't dare to meddle in this case anymore, but there are a lot of messy news and videos on the Internet, but there are not many people who really believe in those videos, after all, those pictures are too incredible, if you don't see it with your own eyes, no one believes it at all." Cheng Shou said respectfully.

"That's good." Wang An nodded.

The two of them walked very slowly.

Wang An also had a cane on his belt......

Although there are a lot of pedestrians on the streets of the Confucian Temple, they are crowded one after another.

But......

There is one phenomenon, which is basically the same.

Those tourists, when they saw Wang An, who had a vicissitudes of life, gray hair, and even walked a little trembling, moved very quickly to the side, for fear that they would touch him.

No one realizes it at all......

The person walking in the middle of this road at this moment is the old immortal that countless top people in the world want to see in their dreams.

"I haven't been down the mountain for many years, and I haven't talked to many people this time...... Xiao Cheng, I see that these passers-by seem to be very afraid of me, could it be that I look very scary now? ”

Wang An naturally noticed the behavior of those passers-by.

After walking a few more steps, he asked Cheng Shou in a deep voice.

Cheng Shou is different from Wang An.

Since he was a child, he has been rolling in the tide of this era.

For the modern world, the knowledge is extremely clear......

As he walked through the Temple of Literature, he could see at a glance what the passers-by were afraid of.

But......

The truth in it.

He didn't dare to tell Wang An casually.

"Old man, probably your aura is too much, which scares these people."

In the end, Cheng Shou opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice.

(End of chapter)