90,000 Years of Longevity

Peaceful Restaurant, in the private room where the archaeologists were.

Hu, hu...

The atmosphere here was silent, only the sound of constant breathing could be perceived.

After Ralph sent Wang Gu to Private Room No. 1, he also returned here. But now, he became extremely sober.

"Everyone, please believe me! I have absolutely no so-called split personality. I was there just now and I really saw the young man in the white robe. I am 100% sure that he is the 'Holy North' from thousands of years ago who has lived to the present!"

Ralph stood up and put his hands on the table, his eyes hot.

"Ralph, are you kidding us? When I was outside just now, I asked you, you personally said that everything was laid out by you. Now you say you saw that person?" An old man stood up, gritting his teeth, the muscles on his face twitched.

"Sir, calm down! That person is weird, he controlled me. He even let me unlock Wang Gu... and sent him to him personally. You guys, do you believe that there is a god in this world?" When speaking, his eyes were extremely sincere and serious.

The atmosphere became more silent. They and Ralph worked together for a long time, and it was clear that this old man would never speak nonsense, especially now that he was so serious.

"What about those pictures?" Greek archaeology said.

Ralph took out from his shirt, "They are all here. After I woke up, I knew you wouldn't believe it. I went to the room and took the photo. At the same time, I informed the restaurant owner and the police. All the videos along the way will be transferred out! When the time comes, you can check it yourself."

While speaking, Ralph gently placed those photos on the round table again.

Just…

When he arranged the photos neatly one by one, the eyes of the other six elders went wide.

Among them, an old Greek archaeologist grabbed one of the photos, and then leaned closer. In his wide eyeballs, all were bloodshot, his voice was hoarse, "Words, what about the words?"

"The words above have disappeared?"

"What happened?"

"This is not our previous photo... Ralph, did you change it?"

Not only him, but the same was also true to several other elders, picking up the photos they had taken, and exclaiming constantly.

"Word?" Ralph was puzzled.

Then he picked up a photo on the round table.

That was shot inside the Pyramid of Khufu. 

The position of those two words was still fresh in his memory. 

"This…" But now, when he saw this photo, his mouth was slightly widened, his eyes burst, and it took a long time for him to hold out such a word.

The photo was obviously still the previous photo...

Those folds and traces above could not be imitated.

But... Now the situation in the photo had changed?

Hu, hu...

When the archaeologists questioned Ralph, they soon responded.

One by one sat weakly on the chair...

With the photo in hand, in the room, it seemed as if an inexplicable cold wind was blowing. The seven people only felt a chill rushed directly to their foreheads from the soles of their feet, and their eyes were all shocked.

Ten minutes…

Twenty minutes…

Time went by…

The first person that made a sound was still Ralph. His voice was cold, "Everyone! Don't question me anymore... Everyone is an archaeologist, whether these photos have been moved or not, everyone knows very well! Now, there is no change in this photo, but the font inside has disappeared. I think everyone understands what this means."

"Ralph, is the white robe boy you mentioned still in the first room?"

Someone recovered, his eyes fixed on Ralph.

"The auction is coming to an end, and I have arranged for a waiter to be there all the time. If that person leaves, I will definitely be notified. There is no response now, that means that he is still there." Ralph was serious.

"Anyway, this matter must be clarified. Even death is worth it!"

"Correct!"

"Why don't we go there together?"

"Okay, together!"

In the room, the archaeologists all stood up with a bang.

Although the traces on the photo had been removed, the memory in their minds was still there. If this matter was not figured out today, they would never be able to stay with a peace of mind for the rest of their lives.

But…

Just when these old archaeologists got up and were about to rush into the Private Room No. 1, Ralph spoke again, with a little dread in his eyes, "Everyone, we are all very old, and that person being able to control me calmly is enough to explain his horrible power! I suggest that we stand behind the scenes to deal with this matter, arrange our bodyguard team to let them go there, and use live video to send current events back."

As soon as this proposal appeared, it immediately got everyone's response.

"Just follow this method!"

"I want to see who is inside that private room!"

In the private room, the archaeologists nodded in agreement.

...

Private Room No. 1.

Ye Bei stood up.

"Wang Gu, go!"

Things had already been more or less arranged, and there was no need to stay here any longer.

As for the traces, when that Ralph entered here, those traces would all have been processed. Even if they knew it in their minds, they had no choice, and if they were to say it to others, then that group of archaeologists would be treated as lunatics.

"Yes, sir!"

Wang Gu followed Ye Bei and said respectfully.

Wu Fansheng stood in the private room respectfully, bowed his head, and bent over.

Ye Bei walked ahead, his pace was not fast.

When he reached the door, Wang Gu stepped forward and wanted to take the initiative to help Ye Bei open the door, but Ye Bei's hand was already on the door handle.

Creak!

There was a faint sound of a door opening.

And when Ye Bei opened the door, Wu Fansheng who stood in the room respectfully had his eyes straightened.

Wang Gu, who was following Ye Bei, had a pause too.

Because through the door that Ye Bei opened, what they saw was not the aisle of the Peaceful Restaurant, but the layout of the Ancient Street No. 32 Gallery instead, and they could even clearly see the paintings hanging on the walls. 

"Go." Ye Bei speaks.

Wang Gu's body was a little dull, but he still stepped in.

Squeak…

When they disappeared, the door closed again.

Wu Fansheng's legs trembled and rushed forward quickly, opening the door.

"Sir, are you leaving?" At the door, the girl's clear voice came.

Wu Fansheng stood at the door blankly. The scene just now reverberated in his mind, and there was really no those two people in the aisle.

"Have you seen anyone go out just now?" Wu Fansheng gulped slightly.

"No, sir! Didn't you just go in?" The girl seemed puzzled.

"I understand."

Wu Fansheng immediately closed the door again and stood in this private room, looking at the lantern hanging in the window, for a long time, he couldn't come back to his senses.