90,000 Years of Longevity

Chapter 65: Miracles

Gallery, courtyard.

Wu Sanri, Pan Shengcheng and Zhang Qitian sat on the ground, sweating profusely.

However, their hands did not stop for a moment, constantly flipping through the things that were taken out of the tomb just now.

The shock in their eyes was exaggerated to the extreme, and the more they looked at it, the more they were frightened.

"All the words on the bamboo slips are actually in Wang Xizhi's style. This is incredible!" After reading more than a dozen bamboo slips, Wu Sanri finally reacted, swallowed and exclaimed in his mouth.

On the side, Zhang Qitian's body was trembling, "It's not just these calligraphy and paintings, Old Wu, don't you find that these seemingly brand-new imitations are actually... all genuine? It's just that they are too well preserved."

"Yes! In this tomb, everything is genuine! This time it is too weird..." Pan Shengcheng answered.

The three of them were completely obsessed with the calligraphy and painting, and they couldn't help themselves from looking through the antiquities.

They did not discover the hole they had dug up just now had been quietly restored to its original state.

The soil accumulated in the courtyard had long since disappeared.

It wasn't until Ye Bei appeared again that they suddenly recovered.

When they look at Ye Bei, their eyes were full of panic...

"You, who are you? Are you a man or a ghost?" Wu Sanri put down the bamboo slips, his voice stuttering.

Pan Shengcheng and Zhang Qitian's pupils shrank, and the moment they saw Ye Bei, they seemed to see the devil, their feet kicked the ground, and they backed away in fear.

What happened just now was really terrible to them.

When moving out the contents of the tomb one by one, they were unable to speak or communicate, but their hearts and consciousness were extremely awake, but their bodies could not be controlled by themselves.

It was not restored until all the contents in the tomb were removed.

"You don't need to remember what happened today. " Ye Bei spoke, his voice faint.

The three people who were so scared that the muscles on their faces were twisted, their eyes became dull after hearing Ye Bei's words. Then, they looked like walking corpses, slowly stood up, and walked outside dumbly.

When the three people returned to the antique shop, they went back to their rooms and fell asleep. In their minds, what happened today was like a dream, disappearing at an incredible speed.

Back to the gallery.

In the courtyard.

After Wang Gu cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, he took the calligraphy and painting back to the room. He hadn't slept for a long time, and after drinking some wine, he couldn't hold back his sleepiness and went to rest.

But Wang Xiu came over in a cloth shirt.

The weather was good today.

In early spring, the wind at night was a bit cool, and the aroma of wine in the courtyard still remained.

The air in the ancient town was very good. When one looked up, he could clearly see the shining stars in the sky.

"Old ancestor..." Wang Xiu walked behind Ye Bei, glanced at the bamboo slips and antiquities all over the floor, bent over, and called respectfully.

"What's the matter?" Ye Bei said softly.

Wang Xiu looked up and looked at the vast starry sky. At this moment, he felt that he was very small, "It's okay, it's just..."

"Say!" Ye Bei's voice was cold.

Wang Xiu's body shrunk slightly, his eyes were faint, and his voice was a little sad, "You said that you are waiting here for the deceased in the painting... Old ancestor, then do you think that people who have died will really reincarnate? If it is destined, can you really see that person again?"

When he said this, Wang Xiu thought of a woman.

That woman was also in a blouse, with no flying hair, no slender eyebrows, and no beautiful nose... But it was such a woman who captured Wang Xiu's heart decades ago.

But things are impermanent. When Wang Gu was born, she died unexpectedly.

From then on, Wang Xiu never married...

"Reincarnation Yes, and no." Ye Bei replied lightly, he had lived for endless years, and he had seen many similar people.

However, if you pursue it, you will find that it is only similar.

Even if it was really reincarnation... it was no longer a deceased person, everything was meaningless in the end.

"I know. Old ancestor... it's already late, so rest early." Wang Xiu silently retreated.

Ye Bei held his hand, and when Wang Xiu left, he stood quietly in the courtyard, his eyes glanced far away.

Zi, zi...

Then, a magical scene appeared.

The bamboo slips that were originally piled up into mountains, all of them floated automatically at this moment.

Every bamboo slip, as if it had its own consciousness, began to arrange themselves in an orderly manner.

...

The Ancient Town, Peaceful Restaurant, in a private room.

At this moment, there were seven people gathered here. They were sitting quietly around a round table. They came from different countries, the youngest were all 60 years old.

They had gray hair and sideburns and their eyes were old.

But in the depths of those eyes, they were all sharp and wise like old foxes.

For a long time, one from Egypt took the initiative to stand up from the table.

This old man was wearing a white robe, a hooked nose, his complexion was calm, and his pupils were deep. If anyone in the archaeology industry was here, he would be surprised.

The old man was clearly the most famous archaeologist in Egypt, Ralph, but after a pyramid exploration, Ralph denied a large amount of history and was not recognized by Egyptian archaeology, so he gave up his Egyptian citizenship in a rage.

Unexpectedly, he would appear in the ancient town.

Ralph broke the silence with his hoarse and lame Chinese and began to speak.

"We came here with the same goal and a miracle that is not recognized by the industry. The Ancient Town of China, perhaps the beginning, or the last stop! But today, we meet here. I hope everyone can disclose all the information unselfishly... Only in this way can we better understand the truth of the matter."

As his voice echoed, the atmosphere in this private room suddenly became alive.

"When I was investigating the Colossus of Rhode, I accidentally found simplified handwriting of China, but that handwriting has thousands of years of history... When I found it at that time, I felt incredible!" Said the Greek archaeologist.

"Me too, I also found a simplified Chinese script in the Hanging Gardens of Babylon. That script could be hundreds of years away! But at that time, the simplified Chinese characters did not appear at all, and they were in traditional Chinese. "

"What are those counted as? Do you know the Terracotta Armies of China? Not long ago, when I went to research, I found that one of the terracotta armies was not wearing armor, but a dress similar to a gown. But the head of that particular terracotta warrior was missing. It was taken away by someone... but there were also two words engraved on his collar. Later, I reported the incident, not only without any response but also directly dismissed."

"The Pyramid of Khufu, Egypt, also has that typeface inside."

"The Temple of Artemis too!"

These seven old people, when they were discussing, felt that things were not simple, and in the end, they all took out the photos they had taken out of their pockets.

When they took those photos, some were crumpled, some were very spotless. When they were all placed on the table... the atmosphere of the scene instantly solidified. Those fonts were full of historical traces and ran through countless ages, although the carving techniques were different, the characters were exactly the same.

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