90,000 Years of Longevity

It was late at night, but the alley and the lobby of Yard No. 99 were brightly lit.

Ye Bei was holding a carving knife in one hand and a log in the other, his movements were not large, and he looked extremely elegant.

Crunch, crunch!

Without any strong force, as the carving knife in his hand moved, a human figure gradually appeared.

The person's eyes were like torches, extremely clear, especially under Ye Bei's carving knife, every detail and every texture were extremely delicate.

Ye Bei carved it very seriously.

After half an hour, it had already taken shape.

Ye Bei held it in his hand and looked at it, but he shook his head lightly. With a light movement of his fingers, the wooden carving instantly turned into powder, and then another undamaged log appeared in his hand, repeating this repeatedly. 

The floor of the lobby was covered with sawdust.

But the wooden frame was empty, and there was no finished product.

"The ruined wooden carvings can never be reunited anymore. The cycle of reincarnation is broken. It seems that everything will be unraveled in this time." Ye Bei whispered softly.

The next day, as the sky dawned, Ye Bei put down the carving knife in his hand and walked slowly towards the gate.

As he touched the door, the brass lock on it disappeared.

The old woman opposite door appeared again.

When she saw Ye Bei standing in the front, she paused for a while but did not know what to speak.

"Fetching water?" Ye Bei took the initiative to ask her.

The old woman shook her head, "I saw everything yesterday."

"Yeah." Ye Bei nodded.

The old woman thought for a while, then she spoke again, "Not all the people in this alley have moved out, but most of the time, they haven't come out."

"I know." Ye Bei sighed.

In this alley, the yards were counted in two rows, no more, no less, exactly one hundred.

It would be strange if all the yards were already empty. It's just that no matter what age it was, everyone just swept the door and did not care about others. They had quietly and deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The vast majority of people had become numb and did not want to pay attention to those things.

"I know many of those people." The woman lowered her voice.

Ye Bei nodded, "Many times, the more familiar the person, the stranger he is."

"Let's fetch water!" The woman's voice was very soft. After she said, she turned around and took small steps in the direction of the ancient well.

Ye Bei also walked slowly behind her.

In the alley, there were still not many people passing by. In this early morning, it looked quiet and peaceful. Looking at the staggering back in front of him, Ye Bei's steps were very light. He was unwilling to break the peace, but there were always some people who did not know how to enjoy the beauty of life.

...

At the entrance of the alley, eleven black Land Rovers neatly parked on the side of the road.

In one of the Land Rovers, there were two people in the back seat.

One person was full of tattoos on his arms, looked cunning and cruel, he was exactly Han Zhi.

The other person, in a suit and leather shoes, had sharp facial features and sharp yet unruly eyes, like a sword that had just been unsheathed. He looked very young, up to twenty years old, but just sitting there, it gave people a cold and arrogant feeling. He was Qiao Guyun, the most dazzling and worst existence in this generation of the Qiao Family.

"Mr. Qiao, that person is really weird. I advise you not to go... He just made us immobile with just his eyes alone, and I clearly saw him walking into Yard No. 99, but when I looked back, I found that a lock was put on the door of the yard. If there are any foreign experts in this world, he is definitely one of them." Han Zhi spoke with fear. As long as he thought of that white figure of a young man, he would feel a little exhausted.

"Han Zhi." Qiao Guyun interrupted in a faint voice, "Compared to whether he is terrible, I think you should worry about another issue." When he said this, the air in the car almost froze.

"What's the problem?" Han Zhi paused.

Qiao Guyun raised his eyebrows slightly, "I think what you should worry about is if whether you will see him later or not, if you don't see after a while, you will know your end. However, it should not be too bad if you think about it. At most, your family will put on a wreath, invites a band, and sets off fireworks."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Qiao, I talk too much nonsense." There was a lot of cold sweat on Han Zhi's forehead.

"Let's get off the car. I hope that that person is very strange as you said." Qiao Guyun said with some expectation in his sharp eyes.

"Mr. Qiao, I will never talk nonsense. I will open the door for you." Han Zhi reacted quickly. Then he got off the car and went around to the other side, and carefully opened the door for Qiao Guyun with a respectful voice, "Qiao Sir, please!"

"Yeah." Qiao Guyun nodded and got out of the car gracefully.

At the same time, in other Land Rovers, there were also a lot of people coming down, no more, no less, exactly 30 people.

Everyone was in a suit and leather shoes. After getting out of the car, they moved quickly, standing neatly on both sides of the alley, with their palms superimposed on their stomachs. Many passing vehicles on the street slowed down after seeing the situation, but after they found that it was Qiao's license plate, and they slammed on the accelerator again.

...

Next to the ancient well, the old woman skillfully tied the small wooden bucket with a rope, and then threw it into the well.

It was very cold in the morning.

However, the old woman was wearing a thick shirt. When she was lifting water, beads of sweat constantly spilled over her forehead, and her body was shaking so badly that she would seem to lose her strength at any time.

Ye Bei stood aside, watching quietly, without any intention of helping.

Ta, ta, ta...

Soon, in the distance of the alley, there was a rush of footsteps.

"Someone is coming." The woman lifted the half-filled wooden bucket from the well. After hearing the sound, she placed the small wooden bucket by the well and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"It's just someone who came to pick me up to find a line." Ye Bei sighed.

The woman didn't understand, her eyes were suspicious.

But soon in the alley, another voice came.

"Mr. Qiao, he, he, is that person..." Han Zhi's stuttering voice came.

Qiao Guyun was not very polite. He stood far away with his hands in his pockets, and his voice was somewhat arrogant, "Hey, that guy in a white robe, I heard you are awesome? I just met a fortune-teller who said that when I go out today, I will meet a noble person. I think you might be that noble person. So how about it? Are you interested in mixing with me?"

The voice was very loud, reverberating in this alley, but the tone was full of frivolousness.

Ye Bei stood with his hands behind his back as usual.

When he heard this sound, his eyes were as light as water.

But in this alley, the atmosphere suddenly became extremely cold.

Standing next to Qiao Guyun, Han Zhi's legs couldn't help but tremble, and cold sweat was constantly flowing out of his forehead like yesterday. Although he left safely yesterday, he knew the horror of the young man in front of him clearer than anyone else.