For ye Ziheng's actions, the martial artists of the cult were shocked, especially those who had previously discussed with ye Ziheng.

Looking at ye Ziheng's slowly leaving figure, the martial artist of the cult suddenly stood up and looked at ye Ziheng, with a high voice.

"Heresy is not what you think. Maybe you can join us."

Ye Ziheng's steps stopped at once, vaguely trying to say something, and his back showed a trace of guilt on the face of the warrior of the cult.

"Take care of yourself."

Ye Ziheng finally said this, and then went out.

The cult warrior looked at ye Ziheng's fast disappearing figure, couldn't help sighing, but shook his head.

……

In the hotel, there are more than 200 people, including the disciples of the clan, manager Yan and several staff members of the hotel.

Ye Ziheng didn't talk much. He led them out directly. He talked with them all the way with a smile, but in fact, he was thinking about several cult warriors in the hotel.

Under the introduction of manager Yan, they quickly found the largest local restaurant in the city of animal husbandry and packed several private rooms on the spot to let everyone eat freely.

But not long after the celebration, ye Ziheng sneaks out of the hotel in the name of going to the toilet.

After sneaking out of the hotel, ye Ziheng ran back to the hotel as fast as he could. When he came to the door of the hotel, he saw several guys in black robes coming out of the front door of the hotel. Among them, there was the cult warrior who had talked with ye Ziheng for a while.

They came out of the hotel and stood at the door to have a look. It seemed that they were seeing whether they had been followed. They didn't look at each other until they didn't find the warrior nearby, and then they scattered away.

Ye Ziheng stood at the same place, looked at several cult martial artists, and finally his eyes fell on the cult that had been following for three days before.

He didn't think about it any more and went straight to the warrior of the cult.

After all, ye Ziheng, the martial arts master of the cult, has been following up, has experience, and knows that he has some status in the cult. It's enough to say that the "eldest one" on the top calls him.

As for the others, ye Ziheng doesn't know them either. He doesn't know whether they are valued in the cult. If they follow others rashly, they may not even get any useful clues in the end.

Ye Ziheng followed the cult warrior all the way, keeping a certain distance from him. Once he turned around, he immediately hid in the crowd, or in his blind spot.

In this way, it took more than an hour for ye zihengwei to return to the house where he lived with the cult warrior, while ye Ziheng, still squatting on the roof, watched him.

After the cult warrior went home, he immediately locked everything in the door. Then he went to the bed where he was sleeping after checking inside and outside. After confirming that no one was there, he lifted the sheet together with the bed, and then a black smart phone came out.

The disciples of the cult picked up the smart phone, put the sheets and other things at will, opened the phone, opened the address book, searched for them for a while, and then dialed the phone.

"Duh" ~ ~ duh "

" hello. "

A little familiar voice sounded, and ye Ziheng alliance got closer to their ears, as if they could hear more clearly.