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Five pickup trucks, carrying a large number of bamboo slips, calligraphy, and painting, were darting in the direction of Wu Family's house.
Because of the five drivers saw the big scene in the gallery just now, all of them looked pale at the moment.
Ye Bei sat in the first truck.
The window was half down.
At this time, the sky was getting late, and the evening sun cast from the sky covered the entire Ancient Town with a layer of golden light.
The driver was a middle-aged man.
There was a slight stubble on his face, and his skin was dark as if after years of washing and grinding, his fingertips were slightly black. You can see that he smoked all the time, his back was straight, and his shirt was covered with sweat.
When Ye Bei looked at the scenery outside, this man glanced at Ye Bei from time to time from the corner of his eyes, his left index finger moved slightly, but there was a trace of fear in his eyes.