Ye Ziheng didn't care about people's eyes. He took a look at the trembling pointer on the male and female ring, and then he went in the direction pointed by the pointer.
A few minutes later, ye Ziheng came to a mansion and looked up and saw that there were four big words written on it - Chen family mansion.
Ye Ziheng takes a look at the male and female ring in his hand and points to the right position.
So ye Ziheng went up and knocked on the door.
"Dong Dong!"
Ye Ziheng knocked loudly at the door. Soon, a servant with a small beard ran out.
The servant looked at ye Ziheng with a puzzled expression on his face.
"Who are you? Why do you knock on our master's door?"
Ye Ziheng looked at the guy coming out, thought for a while and asked.
"Has there been a woman in your house recently?"
When the servant heard this, his face suddenly showed a trace of doubt.
"What woman?"
Looking at the face of the servant, ye Ziheng had to shake his head helplessly.
"Go and ask your master to come out."
But the servant heard it, but somehow, he seemed to feel a little upset and said coldly.
"Who are you? Why should I ask our master to come out to see you?"
Ye Ziheng took a look at him. He didn't talk with him much. He took his hand and held his face directly. He crushed his whole jaw bone with all his strength.
The next person was in tears, but he couldn't make a sound, and Ye Ziheng pushed him directly into the room.
Ye Ziheng, looking at his male and female rings, walked forward, but before long, he saw a group of people swarming in and surrounded ye Ziheng with magic weapons.
At this time, another old man in a Chinese suit came out slowly.
Ye Ziheng looks at the old man. Although he looks like he has some vicissitudes, his strength is still good. Zhenwu is in qichongtian. But for ye Ziheng now, there are still some problems.
"Who are you? Why did you break into my house?"
The old man asked, looking at ye Ziheng with sharp eyes.
But ye Ziheng didn't hear what the old man said at all, and his eyes fell straight on the old man's fingers.
There was a ring on the old man's finger, and the ring was the male and female ring ye Ziheng made for zihanyu.
"Where does this ring come from?"
Ye Ziheng asked, pointing to the ring.
The old man listened, looked at the male and female ring on his hand, sneered.
"With you..."
Before he had finished speaking, the old man suddenly felt a strong force slowly pressing on him, and several servants with magic weapons were directly pressed on the ground.
"I didn't have much patience to waste with you, so tell me where the ring came from."
The old man looked at ye Ziheng, but he didn't fear half of it. Instead, he looked at ye Ziheng with a worried look.
"I'm going to ask you one last time."
Ye Ziheng said, and stretched out a hand directly to break his arm.
"Ah ~!"
The old man cried out in pain, but he kept his mouth shut and stared at ye Ziheng with troubled eyes.
Ye Ziheng's patience was consumed. Instead of being cruel, he directly raised his hand and grabbed at the old man's head. Then he drew out the old man's memory and browsed it in his own mind. Finally, the old man slowly fell down and lost his breath.