Soon only the old man was left in the room.

Wait until everyone disappears completely.

The old man slowly took out a shabby ancient book from his arms.

Half of the ancient books have disappeared, and the other half is also pitch black, with almost no words visible.

Open it gently.

It's also pitch black inside.

It wasn't until we reached the last page that a few lines of text slowly appeared.

"The First Emperor set up nine tripods and cast twelve golden figures in the sky. From then on, the reign of Zhuan Xu began."

The text is very short.

It's also a little blurry, but I can still barely make out one or two of the handwriting.

"Is there really no way to eternal life in this world?"

The old man stood up with endless sighs and his eyes gradually closed.

Even though he had already speculated, he still had a glimmer of hope after spending two million yuan.

But obviously, the reality is still so cruel, and he is not given any chance.
Chapter completed!