After the Zhao family meeting ended, everyone took action quickly.

Suddenly, the entire Q City was filled with the feeling that a storm was coming.

Under the Kunlun Mountains, there are even more unfamiliar faces.

However, at this moment, the secret safe house in Longding Manor was extremely silent, and there was even a bit of coldness in the air.

"Um!"

After listening to Zhao Changcun's first words, after a long time, the white-haired old man nodded slightly to express his response.

And this old man is none other than Zhao Bingsheng, who was rumored to have died yesterday.

"Old man, I just held a family meeting and told them the general situation. Now everyone has enough confidence. But this time, is it a bit of a fuss?"

After Zhao Bingsheng answered, Zhao Changcun continued to say the next sentence.

"Is Kun'er okay? Also, can't the bodyguards who went to Kunlun Mountain with him even see the body?"

Zhao Bingsheng's voice was calm. After looking at Zhao Changcun, he did not answer his question, but asked quietly.

When Zhao Kun was mentioned, Zhao Changcun's face suddenly filled with anger and he gritted his teeth: "That old guy was too harsh. I don't know what means he used. It caused Kun'er's mental problems. He still can't answer the question.

What happened? In addition, those bodyguards did not go out to see the immortality, but the result was definitely not good."

After Zhao Bingsheng heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly.

After thinking for ten minutes, he finally opened his eyes: "Eternal Life... Do you know why I gave you this name?"

"Old man, you said before that you hope that our Zhao family will last forever, that we will be rich from generation to generation and will never be slaves or maids to anyone. This is something that Chang Cun will never forget!"

call!

Zhao Bingsheng slowly stood up from the sofa.

He took a deep breath into his mouth.

Holding a cane, he walked to a wall of the safe house, turned his back to Zhao Changcun, and fell into silence again.

Hanging on this wall is a portrait...

In the painting, it is the Chinese Kingdom during the feudal period. Inside, three or two dilapidated earthen houses stand tall and majestic. Next to them are a few chickens competing for food, a few twisted mulberry trees, and several gorgeously dressed people.

In front of the earthen house in the middle, a boy of four or five years old, dressed in ragged clothes, looked miserable, his eyes were full of tears, and he was holding an empty bowl with a broken corner in his hand, begging for food.

This painting is very big.

Every character in it is lifelike.

The indifference and mocking gaze of the well-dressed person...

The boy's desperate eyes.

The chickens are fighting for the grains and cheering for joy!

Zhao Bingsheng just watched quietly.

Those deep eyes were slightly red, full of vicissitudes of life and coldness.

Behind him, Zhao Changcun stood respectfully, full of doubts in his heart.

From his point of view... the painting on the wall had no artistic value at all. Instead, it exuded tackiness and vulgarity. He couldn't figure out why the old man always liked to stare at that painting, and kept doing so.

Just watch it for hours.

This time, Zhao Changcun finally made up his mind.

"Old man, what does this painting mean? I still can't understand what's so special about him!"

The voice fell.

It became even quieter in the safe house.

Zhao Bingsheng did not answer.

But the memories of the past kept flooding in my heart...

Lonely, helpless, cold!

It was as if the whole world had abandoned him...

Fortunately, later, he met Ye Bei, and after being selected, he gained wealth.

He relied on his own efforts and climbed up crazily...

He's had enough of being a slave.

He never wanted to go back to the miserable life he once had.

He was even afraid that one day, Ye Bei would come back and strip him of all the wealth he had created, and he was afraid of losing everything.

He is not willing to give in!

He feels that what he is today is all due to his own efforts... The wealth he had back then is not worth mentioning now.

so……

He was wearing a golden yellow gown that only emperors could wear in ancient times. It was even mixed with countless soft gold threads that had been specially processed. In the safe house, there was such a painting hanging...

He knew that if he did this, he would have no face to face Ye Bei.

So, he chose to pretend to be dead...

If this time it really fails... Zhao Bingsheng will never be seen again in this world!

"Alas!" After a long time! Zhao Bingsheng sighed softly: "I hope everything goes well this time, and I also hope that my decision is correct. Eighty years later, maybe that person will never come back again..."

Behind the scenes, Zhao Changcun became increasingly puzzled.

Eighty years?

That person? Who is he?

To be able to make the old man so cautious, he must be a powerful person, right?

However, Zhao Bingsheng did not give him a chance to think or ask questions.

After saying this, he turned around slowly, his eyes became red, and there was even a lot of mist in the corners of his eyes: "Changcun! Contact the Liu family, Liu Zhiyun, and the Jin family, Jin Rufan, and ask them to come to Longding Manor. In addition, send me

The news of his death will be made public directly, and the operation will be carried out vigorously. It is best to let everyone in the world know... without worrying about the running of the family." The voice changed from hoarse to extremely crisp, and finally full of determination.

He has trained a substitute for many years. For this goal, he must have died a worthy death!

"Yes, old man!"

Even though Zhao Changcun had countless doubts and puzzles in his heart, he did not dare to ask any more questions.

Knowing that Zhao Bingsheng had made up his mind, he immediately and respectfully exited the safe house... However, at this moment, these two people were completely unaware of how naive their so-called strategies and methods were to Ye Bei.

…

Kunlun Mountain, Immortality View.

Ye Bei stood up.

Wearing a long gown, there is no wind and no dust.

The long black hair hanging down the back.

That majestic and perfect body.

That extremely delicate face and that jade-like skin are all enviable.

Immortality.

Immortal...

Possess the ability to transcend cognition.

Can control everything!

How many people dream of having Ye Bei look like this now!

pity……

Perhaps most of the lay people cannot understand it.

The so-called eternal life, for some people, may not be a gift from God, but a curse!

Ye Bei's face was indifferent, without any expression, and his deep and vicissitudes of eyes swept over the old people in the lobby one by one.

Those old people, when Ye Bei glanced at them, felt like thorns on their backs, shivering and not daring to raise their heads.

Ye Bei looked away.

With his hands behind his back, he walked to the lobby door.

Looking at Ah Huang's tombstone in the courtyard, I seem to have feelings.

After a long time, Ye Bei finally spoke, his voice was very soft, as if he was saying to himself: "Are you so afraid of me?"

The voice fell.

In the lobby, the old people were all terrified!

(I was very touched when I saw many book friends pushing for updates... But this book is so difficult to write, and I have to work hard to update another book... I worked hard to write this chapter, I hope everyone likes it! In addition, if there is something in the book
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