Antique shop, on the threshold.

Wu Sanri's body trembled, and his forehead was covered with sweat droplets the size of beans.

He's just an inverter.

He had seen many dead things, and he had been in many graves.

But, after all, he is just a layman, and he is no less afraid of death than anyone else.

"First, sir...... I was threatened by Yin Jun just now, and our deal is still ...... No, no, I gave you the pair of wood carvings. When he saw Ye Bei coming over, Wu Sanri's voice trembled.

Just now, before Yin Jun and the others died, he was shouting about some kind of wood carving devil in his mouth, and now even if he gave him the wood carving to Wu Sanri, and then pasted it upside down the entire gallery, he didn't dare to ask for it.

Pan Shengcheng and Zhang Qitian also had fear in their eyes, but they clenched their teeth and didn't speak at the moment.

It's Ye Bei, who always looks light.

The frightened voices and fearful expressions around him didn't seem to have anything to do with him.

He looked at Wu Sanri, and his voice was faint: "The gallery is still yours, the pair of wood carvings belongs to me, in addition, Wu Sanri, if you have the opportunity, remember to ask someone to say hello to Professor Xu in Yanjing, if there is a fate, I will go to see him." ”

Professor Xu? Professor Xu, who discovered terrible things in Kunlun Mountain and had a nervous breakdown?

Yanjing? Anyone? The person who delivered the news of Wang Xizhi's grave to himself was in Yanjing.

After listening to Wu Sanri, he felt that a certain string in his heart was touched, and his legs trembled, and he miraculously stopped.

"Yes, sir!"

In the end, in his mouth, the ghost made a divine reply, the voice fell, and his face became even older.

And Ye Bei didn't say much, put his hands behind his back, and walked to the front pickup truck, Wang Gu trotted over, respectfully opened the door on the passenger seat for him, Ye Bei raised his feet and sat in easily.

Whew......

When five pickup trucks left with trucks full of bamboo calligraphy and paintings.

The whole ancient street was completely sensational.

……

Wu House, a luxurious office.

An old man with white hair and eyes full of vicissitudes sat quietly in an office chair, wearing a white shirt, and in those seemingly deep eyes, it seemed that he had seen the warmth and coldness of the world for a long time.

On the wall behind him, there is a book of eight characters written with a black brush - Virtue and Grace.

These eight words, vigorous and powerful, pretentious, majestic and varied, each word, with an indescribable charm, pleasing to the eye, calm and calm.

To his left is a statue of an Egyptian pharaoh with his hands folded.

That statue is lifelike, covered with traces of time, and every detail is exquisite, and it is worth a lot at a glance.

At the top of the office, there is a candlelight, which is composed of eleven candles of different thicknesses, on which a gentle flame burns, illuminating the office, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance.

This office, at first glance, looks luxurious.

But if you look closely, it's incredibly weird.

The combination of those styles is not coordinated at all.

"Your Excellency Pharaoh, this is the last time, my life was given by you, but after all these years, what should be paid back is about to be paid off!" The old man sat at the table, his eyes staring at the statue of the pharaoh on his left, his voice cold.

As he said this, his thoughts drifted away.

It was a battlefield of ruins as far as the eye could see, with heavy gunfire and terrible explosions everywhere.

On the ground, countless corpses were lying, and the air was filled with the smell of death.

In addition to those corpses, the roadside was full of yellow-faced and skinny refugees, who kept making hoarse voices in this war, and they just wanted to live well.

"Help me!" An old man in his seventies, thin and only a skeleton remained, with a dry palm stretched out and a hoarse voice.

"I don't want to die, save me." A middle-aged man with a yellow complexion and no blood.

"Water, I want to drink water." A boy with a desperate gaze.

"Please, help, help me." A woman in ragged clothes with chapped lips covered in blood.

Da Da Da ......

However, in the face of their pleas, in exchange for the cold-blooded bullets of the devils.

Under the bullets, blood splattered, countless lives were harvested in an instant, and the boy who wanted to drink water was lucky enough to hide in the pile of corpses, dodge the bullets, and live on the blood of the woman who died next to him.

Time flies.

The boy's eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze went from despair to cold, without the slightest emotion.

Just when the boy thought he was going to die, a man in a white robe with only a pair of terrible eyes passed by and noticed his presence.

"Do things for me, and I grant you untold riches! But you, give your soul for this, and always obey my commands. The man's voice was deep, and it was the boy's last straw.

"Help, save me!"

The boy's eyes were cold, and he made a choice.

That boy is the current head of the Wu family, Wu Houde.

Doodoo ......

In the office, Wu Houde's thoughts drifted far away, but when the extremely clean and spotless landline on the desktop remembered, he immediately came back to his senses.

With a hint of mist in the corner of his eyes, he picked up the phone, and his voice trembled with a hint of respect: "Your Excellency, I have driven my third son and grandson out of the Wu family and severed the blood relationship!" And the search is underway throughout the ancient town for the murderers of Mr. Ralph, and if they are found, they will surely be left dead. ”

"Very good, Wu Houde, they have already embodied the value they deserve, I just got the news, the earthen altar arranged in the antique shop in the ancient street has been broken, someone has already obtained the old thing, if it is right, that person will go to your Wu family! This is the last thing I will tell you...... Kill him at all costs. ”

On the other side of the phone, the voice was thick, and at the end, the voice was word by word, with a terrifying killing intent.

"Your Excellency, what is it in that earthen altar that is so cautious?" Wu Houde's eyes flashed with doubt.

"You're not qualified to know." On the phone, the voice was unceremonious.

Wu Houde's body trembled: "Yes!" Excellency. ”

Syllable!

As soon as the voice fell, the phone hung up, but Wu Houde still put the phone to his ear as if he hadn't noticed it, listening to the busy sound inside.

Ten minutes passed before Wu Houde put down the phone.

Then he slowly got up and walked to the statue of the pharaoh, his body trembled, and his voice murmured: "What kind of person can make you think about ...... Pharaoh like this?" However, I hope that the people of your family will be the talker, this ...... It's the last time. ”

As soon as the voice fell, another red phone rang on the desk, which was the special phone of the Wu family intelligence network.

Hearing this voice, Wu Houde's body was stunned, and his eyes flashed cold......

He knew that the whereabouts of the person he had just said on the phone had already appeared.