90,000 Years of Longevity

Qiao Maoxun's eyes widened and his mouth opened. The original majestic and imposing body was turning like a 'normal old man' instead.

In front of him, there was still the man in the suit standing, but the man's face was more confused.

"Family Head, you..."

Seeing that Qiao Maoxun's expression became more and more wrong, the man in the suit couldn't help but speak.

"You, what do you think of the young man in the white robe in the video?" Qiao Maoxun's body involuntarily retreated to the side of the sofa, and then sat down weakly.

The man in the suit moved his brows slightly, and stared at the projection for a few seconds, "When I first saw him, he seemed to be just an ordinary teenager, but if you look carefully, you will find that he is different..." Here, there was a slight pause.

"Go on." Qiao Maoxun's voice was a little weak, and the whole person seemed to be much older.

The man took a breath, "He was so calm. From the moment he got out of the car, he was extremely calm. Whether it was the babbles of the guests around him or the security guards, he did not have any reactions, especially his eyes, through this projection, I can feel an unfathomable depth."

"What else?" Qiao Maoxun's voice became weaker and weaker.

The man gritted his teeth, "It seems that from the beginning, all of this is under his control. This kind of person is either a real madman or... he has absolute power. In his eyes, everyone is just ants."

After hearing this, Qiao Maoxun, who was paralyzed on the sofa, closed his eyes directly.

The atmosphere in the entire hall became silent.

The man beside him looked at the projection blankly and did not dare to talk nonsense.

On the contrary, Qiao Maoxun, who was sitting paralyzed on the sofa, kept the muscles in the corners of his eyes moving.

Sometimes full of smiles.

Sometimes full of anger.

Sometimes frowned.

Sometimes slightly loose.

Sometimes the body trembled.

And then everything gradually calmed...

Just three minutes later, Qiao Maoxun, who was like a sick old man, immediately sat up and opened his eyes.

However, at this moment, he was completely different from before. When his eyes opened again, there was no fear in him. Instead, he was completely cold and murderous, and all the aura that had just disappeared came back.

"Little Tong, how many years have you been with me?" Qiao Maoxun asked in a cold voice.

The man in the suit trembled, knowing the next words must be very important, so his face became serious, "Family Head, I have been with the Qiao Family for 23 years."

"Okay, I have one thing now that I need you to do, will you do it?" Qiao Maoxun asked.

The man looked a little panicked, "Family Head, please don't say that. The life of I, Zhou Tong, was given by you, so even if it costs me my life, I won't hesitate to do the task."

"Very well, Little Tong, do you know why I have been spending a lot of money on security over the years? In fact, I had predicted that the boy in the projection would come here a long time ago. He is not an ordinary person; he is very powerful... I want you to take some people with you and kill him!" Qiao Maoxun's nose moved slightly, the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes piled up, and a terrible murderous aura burst out of his eyes.

Zhou Tong immediately nodded, "Yes, Family Head!" But his heart was still full of doubts. The boy in the projection was no more than twenty years old. The Family Head had deployed security forces for decades just for today… this was really horrible.

However, after following Qiao Maoxun for 23 years, Zhou Tong understood very well that there were some things that the old man did not want to say, so it was best not to ask.

Turning around, with a bit of coldness on his face, he quickly walked towards the outside of Qiao's villa...

And when Zhou Tong left.

He put one hand behind his back, and a golden key unknowing appeared in Qiao Maoxun's other hand as he played with it between his fingers gently.

But those cold eyes that stared at Ye Bei in the projection were full of stubbornness.

"80 years, for a full 80 years, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never believe that you would actually reappear. Is there really anyone who lives forever in this world?"

When Qiao Maoxun said this, his eyes revealed a kind of craziness that only appeared in a real psychopath's.

"I'm old, and I've lived for 100 years already. It seems that what his Excellency Pharaoh said at the beginning is all the truth. There should be clues in the alley. It also costs such a big price to buy the alley, but it is also worth it since I am a man who will conquer heaven."

"Can this golden key really unlock all the secrets?"

Qiao Maoxun's voice continued. When he said this, he retracted his hand behind his back and placed the key in front of his eyes.

Although his gaze was at the golden key...

But his thoughts floated to a certain past event.

...

"Help me!"

80 years ago, in the alley, a young man covered in blood strayed into Yard No. 99. He happened to see a boy in a white robe standing in the yard, writing a brush.

The young man's pupils were pale and his voice throaty.

The boy stopped writing, then the door of Yard No. 99 closed automatically.

The people who were chasing and killing the young man didn't even knock on the door, they just passed by.

"What's your name?" The boy's voice was very soft.

"Qiao San." The young man replied with a dying voice.

The boy pondered for a second, "You will be called Qiao Maoxun from now on. You can't die today, and you will become the emperor of a city in the future. However, there is something I need you to do."

"As long as you can save me, I will agree to anything." The young man didn't think much.

The boy took out a piece of paper with an exquisite key drawn on it, and his voice was peaceful, "Find this key, 80 years later, I will come to pick it up. At that time, it happened to be your 100th birthday. Remember, no matter how much power you have, it's best to wait peacefully for that day, otherwise, catastrophe will come."

"Yes." The young man nodded and took the piece of paper.

And the moment he received the paper, the injuries he received were automatically repaired at an incredible speed.

Three minutes later.

The young man stood in the courtyard in shock and felt that the boy was a strange person.

Seeing the calligraphy and painting on the table of the young man, he mustered courage, "Sir, can this calligraphy and painting be given to me?"

"Yeah." The young man replied.

The young man took the calligraphy and painting, and it was written in nine characters: Heaven will conquer man, and man will conquer heaven.

In the villa, Qiao Maoxun's thoughts gradually floated back... Even in the past 80 years, he would never forget that memory, but the gratitude that year had completely disappeared.

At this moment, his eyes were frantic, "The thing you want is in my hand. I have completed the promise, but whether you can get it depends on your ability! Man will conquer heaven; I have always remembered this sentence! I, Qiao San, have been in the wide world for my whole life, although loyalty always comes first, I want to live like you more. So, don't blame me this time."

After saying this, Qiao Maoxun stood up and walked slowly towards the outside of the villa area.

In the projection, Zhou Tong had already reached the door of the villa area.