Chapter 513

Ye Ziheng has been following the disciple of the cult for three days continuously for 24 hours, and has fully figured out the routine of his disciples.

The life of the disciples of the cult is very regular. They come out of the house at 7:00 in the morning, then find a place to sit down for breakfast, then go to the nearby Internet bar, stay until 12:00 in the noon, then come out of the Internet bar, go to a nearby bar, where a person sits and drinks muggy wine, and then drinks it until 24:00 in the evening, and then returns to him In my house, I'll sleep at the end.

For three days in a row, the disciples of this cult lived like this every day. They were ignorant. Now ye Ziheng finally knows why it is difficult for them to get talents.

Although most of these disciples have no background, but rely on adventure to embark on the road of martial arts, even so, their treasures should be enough for them to practice for a period of time, as well as the martial arts trade fields around them. As long as they are willing, they can improve their accomplishments through various means.

But they don't want to spend that time at all. In their opinion, they may be too tired to practice and pay more than the return. It's not the life they want. What they really want is something that pays little but makes a lot of profits.

Without the compulsory order of the clan, their life may be called "free and easy", but their accomplishments are stuck in place and hard to be promoted.

But once they step into the world of martial arts, they will naturally understand the importance of cultivation, but they are not willing to pay enough time and energy, so heresy appeared in front of them, with very little pay, by hurting others to gain power, although at the expense of others, but at the expense of themselves, they can save a lot of trouble. As a result, a group of lazy warriors began to walk on a road of no return.

After three consecutive days of perseverance, finally, on the third night, a cell phone rang. It was the first time ye Ziheng heard the cell phone of the cult disciple ring, and his heart tightened.

Then, the cult disciple sat up from the bed, full of alcohol and a little tired on his face. But when he picked up his mobile phone and looked at the screen of the mobile phone, his squinting eyes suddenly widened. Then he jumped up from the bed and picked up the phone.

Ye Ziheng squats on the roof of his house and looks inside through a window. Although it's a little far away, ye Ziheng still vaguely sees the two simple and understandable Chinese characters written on the screen of his mobile phone - boss!

"Hey, boss, what can I do for you?"

The disciple of the cult answered the phone and asked immediately with a flattering smile.

"Why did you take so long to answer the phone? Did you go to the bar and get drunk again?"

Because the cult disciple pressed the mobile phone "hands free", the voice of the phone was loud, and ye Ziheng could hear it clearly on the roof.

"No, no, I was just washing my face. No, as soon as I hear you call, I'll come and answer the phone. "

The disciple of the cult said with a smile on his face.

But the "boss" on the phone obviously didn't believe his words, snorted coldly, and then said.

"Well, you lied to others. I know who you are."

The evil cult disciple's face showed a trace of embarrassment when he heard it, but at last he had to laugh.

"Eldest brother, you are so wise and powerful that you can't hide anything."