Chapter 901

"I don't like to listen to anything but what is useful." Ye Ziheng shows a smile, looks at the martial arts man of the cult, and waits for him to speak.

After seeing ye Ziheng's fear again, the martial artist of the cult swallowed his mouth and dared not say any more nonsense, so he said directly.

"This gathering really has no purpose. Even if there is, it is not what we can know at this level. Our accomplishments are too low. They will not tell us. The only useful news I can tell you is that the gathering of dead people does not seem to have any significance at all, but it is sponsored by the king himself. He seems to have a different intention 。”

"What do you mean?"

Ye Ziheng immediately asked.

The warrior of the cult was stunned for a moment, but at last he could only shake his head.

"I don't know. I'm just a warrior in sanpinjing. They can't tell us that."

After listening, ye Ziheng thought for a while, then looked at him and asked.

"Are you sure there is nothing else to tell us?"

The cult warrior nodded in a hurry.

"It's true that I know so much. My accomplishments are too low to reach those high-level figures and I don't know what they think."

After hearing this, ye Ziheng nodded and stood up.

"And what else are you worth?"

Ye Ziheng suddenly said, this sentence is not only to frighten the disciples of the cult, but also to look at ye Ziheng with disbelief.

Although they didn't know ye Ziheng before, they still know some rumors. But ye Ziheng in those rumors is a good man close to the perfect, not this kind of ruthless big brother.

"You, you promised me. I'll save my life if I say so."

The disciple hurriedly stepped back and looked at ye Ziheng with disbelief.

But ye Ziheng was concerned by the Ministry of human rights protection. He walked around in front of the martial artist of the cult with a cold face and grabbed his collar.

"I'm talking about the possibility of living. Do you know the possibility? Sometimes you can, sometimes you can't. It depends on how you get the answer. But you know, I'm not satisfied with the answer you gave me. "

Ye Ziheng took out a long sword, turned it around in his hand, and then put it directly on the neck of the warrior of the cult.

"I'm thinking about it carefully. Is there something missing that hasn't told us?"

As he spoke, ye Ziheng's hand made a little effort, and the tip of the sword stabbed into the disciple's skin. A trace of blood slowly flowed down with a pain.

The disciple was frightened, and his brain began to run at full speed, thinking about all the things that had been experienced before and related to today's event.

"Do you remember?"

Ye Ziheng's sword went into it a little bit more. One step away, it pierced his throat.

At this time, it seems that the martial artist of the cult really remembered something. His eyes suddenly brightened and he spoke loudly.

"I remember, I remember, and one more thing! There is another important thing that can change my life! "

After hearing this, ye Ziheng showed a faint smile on his cold face, but he didn't move the sword away. Instead, he continued to hold the sword against his neck and shin.

"Then say it. For your own sake, say everything you know, word for word."