90,000 Years of Longevity

The dark clouds in the sky had completely dispersed.

The streets were wet.

Sunlight pierced through the white clouds, dropped from high above, and landed on the water stains, reflecting the dazzling rays of light.

Willow trees planted by the roadside swayed in the wind.

After a light rain, the flying catkins were completely gone, and the whole world seemed to be completely new.

However, at this moment, the entrance of Wu's manor was very lively.

A large number of police officers in uniforms were busy back and forth, with constant voices of discussion.

"Last night was crazy enough." A middle-aged police officer, pulling on the cordon, sighed in slightly.

Standing next to him was a young police officer with a slanted hat and a slouchy look, "Yes, who would have thought that there were so many explosives buried under the Wu Family Manor? What happened to the family meeting that took place yesterday? They all died at once."

"Hush, be quiet, there are still people in the Wu Family." The middle-aged police officer looked around vigilantly, and after making sure that there were no outsiders, he continued quietly, "In fact, this Wu Family deserves it. Since they were rich and powerful, the family members did a lot of bad things... I think this explosion was definitely not accidental, maybe it was the enemy's revenge."

"Oh? Who is so bold, even dare to move the Wu Family?" The young police officer came with interest, his eyes lit up, and when he spoke, he reached out and straightened the hat on his head and lowered his voice.

Just as the middle-aged police officer was about to continue speaking, five pickup trucks, full of calligraphy and painting bamboo slips, came slowly.

Then, the five cars stopped steadily at the entrance of Wu's manor.

"Hey, this place has been completely sealed off. Didn't we say that outsiders are not allowed to enter? What are you doing?" Upon seeing this, the middle-aged police officer ran over quickly and yelled angrily.

Squeak...

However, the passenger door of a pickup truck opened, and a man wearing a black suit and very messy hair got out of the truck.

When he saw this man, the middle-aged police officer stiffened, and his attitude immediately took a 180-degree turn, "Huh? Young Master Wu... is it really you? Great, I didn't expect you to be alive. The Wu Family finally has an inheritor."

After saying this, the middle-aged police officer realized that there was something wrong with Young Master Wu's appearance in front of him. He suddenly realized that he seemed to have said something wrong. His complexion immediately turned into a decayed look, and his voice became a little lower, "Well, Young Master Wu, I have said something wrong. Such a big thing happened in the Wu Family, please be sure to keep your sorrow, strengthen up yourself, and work hard to cheer up. Only in this way can you take over the assets of the Wu Family and get the Wu Family back on track." While speaking, he stretched out his hand and slapped himself gently.

"Yes, Young Master Wu, please don't be sad." The young police officer put on his hat, hurriedly stepped forward, then he adjusted himself to look upright and righteous.

As for Wu Fansheng, standing at the gate of Wu's manor, his eyes were dull. He didn't seem to hear the voices of the two police officers.

His body shivered slightly. He rubbed his eyes vigorously, his eyes turned red and his nose sour.

The smell of gunpowder and a faint bloody smell in the air kept pouring at him.

From the outsiders' perspective, he seemed to be emotional and was about to cry.

In fact, at this moment, Wu Fansheng's heart only contained shock and questions, "What is going on? I was clearly in Wu's house just now, waiting for sir at the door of the grandfather's office. Could it be that everything was just a dream?"

The more he thought about it, the weirder it became.

Wu Fansheng's complexion became extremely pale.

Huh!

Turning around, his eyes swept to the two police officers coldly, "When did the accident happen here?"

"Last night!" The middle-aged police officer showed red cheeks and answered quickly.

The young police officer added, "To be precise, the time is not certain, because when the explosion happened here, the whole Ancient Town was actually very quiet, and there was no sound."

"I see." Wu Fansheng's pupils shrank sharply and nodded.

Wu Yuandong got out of the car at this time. When he stood at the entrance of the ruins of Wu's manor, he was also lost, his eyebrows twisted and three lines of wrinkle appeared on his forehead, as if he was thinking about something.

As for Wang Gu, he was quite calm. He walked down from a pickup truck, crouched, and staggered. First, he circled around five pickup trucks and made sure that the bamboo slips and calligraphy in all the trucks were not damaged. Only then did he walk between Wu Fansheng and Wu Yuandong, and slowly said, "Old Master should have already left."

"Mister Wang, is it true that what happened before was not a dream?" Wu Fansheng listened and suddenly recovered. Those eyes stared at Wang Gu eagerly, desperate to confirm an answer.

Next to them, the two police officers looked dumbfounded and could not understand them.

Wang Gu glanced at Wu Fansheng, he spoke softly but was quite emotional, "Some things are better regarded as a dream. Some people, after all, are not what I can pursue."

After he said this, Wang Gu's expression became older and older, and his eyes didn't have much sentiment. He just quietly looked at the white smoke rising from the manor, remembering a person in his mind, but he couldn't remember other things much.

Squeak...

In the five pickup trucks, the drivers also got out of the car one after another, seeing the situation in front of them, they all felt quite dramatic.

"I was wondering why they set up so many checkpoints, so something actually happened here."

"The entire manor has been razed to the ground, it's really terrible..."

"Yes, and this is the Wu Family. It is estimated that the high officials in the Ancient Town will also be implicated this time."

"Don't talk nonsense, just do our own thing. Talking nonsense will invite trouble."

"Yes, just care about yourself, take the money from driving the truck and go back to rest, lest you feel tired."

The surrounding sounds were very noisy.

Wu Yuandong, Wu Fansheng, and Wang Gu unconsciously moved their eyes away from the ruins of the Wu Family Manor. They turned around, and just saw a young man in a white dress, with one hand behind his back, with that long black hair, untouched by the world, like a deity, walking through the crowd at a steady and calm stride.

The three of them felt that he was very familiar, but they couldn't think of anything.

The three are about to ask, but that young man had disappeared from the crowd, without whereabouts.

Sunlight penetrated the clouds and scattered all over the ground.

After a long time, these three people returned to their minds, their eyes all on the bamboo slips, calligraphy, and paintings, remembering a promise in their hearts, but they didn't remember who they had promised.

...

Seven days later.

Yunnan Province, in a certain alley.

A young man in an ancient dress, holding a pair of wooden figures and a carving knife, was walking and gazing ahead.

In the alley, someone looked over curiously.

Soon, the young man passed by that person. But he found that the face of the young man was blurry, as his figure arrived at a distance away from him, he felt that that rear view of the young man was too detached from the world.