Ye Ziheng saw a small shop in the old man's memory. He bought this male and female ring from a man's hand, but there is no other information. It seems that the old man should not have any contact with zihanyu.
But at this time, the old man had already died, saying nothing, so ye Ziheng simply took down the male and female ring, and then left directly, towards the direction of the small and medium-sized shops in the memory of the old man.
Dozens of minutes later, ye Ziheng came to the small shop in the memory of the old man.
This small shop is built in an alley, which is not very attractive.
Ye Ziheng walked past. The owner of the shop is a young man in his twenties, but it looks like a scoundrel.
"What's the matter? I only do acquaintance business here. I won't buy your things without an acquaintance bringing you here."
Ye Ziheng put the male and female rings on the table.
"Where did the ring come from?"
The peddler took a look at ye Ziheng, and there was a trace of displeasure in his eyes.
"I came to ask the way. I'm sorry, there are rules in the shop. All goods are sold without asking where they come from or where they are going. "
Finish saying, then turn head to be lazy to pay attention to ye Ziheng directly. But at this time ye Ziheng is suddenly out of hand, and he immediately grabbed his neck and shin.
"I've killed one person today, and I don't mind killing more."
When the peddler heard this, he was afraid. He looked at the male and female ring ye Ziheng put on the table, then said in horror.
"You, you killed the master of the Chen family!"
"I'll ask you for the last time, who brought this male and female ring?"
The peddler looked at ye Ziheng's murderous look. It didn't look like he was joking. He was shocked.
"I, I'm a scalper here. Everyone has been here. I can't remember for a while."
“5,4……”
Ye Ziheng is too lazy to listen to his explanation and starts the countdown directly. If he doesn't want to say it, press ye Ziheng to draw out his memory directly.
"Wait! wait! I remember it. I remember it. It's Zhang Yaoshu. He lives in a small house a few blocks away. He sold me this ring. "
As soon as the peddler's voice fell, he saw a cold dagger in ye Ziheng's hand, stabbing it straight into his palm and nailing it to the table.
"Ah!"
The peddler immediately howled to break away, but he was afraid of pain.
"You're thinking about it. Next time you say something wrong, it's not as simple as holding hands."
The peddler was completely frightened by Ye Ziheng. He cried and hurried.
"It's Wu Yulong, a little pickpocket who lives in the Qingfeng Inn a few blocks away. It's the ring he sold me! Please forgive me, sir. I promise I won't dare again. I won't dare again. "
Ye Ziheng looks at the peddler, confirms that he has not lied, then looses his hand around his neck, and walks towards the Qingfeng inn.
And the peddler, after ye Ziheng left, immediately took out the dagger he had put in his hand, and was about to throw it away, but he took a look at the dagger in his hand. It seems that the texture is still good. After thinking for a while, I finally put the dagger into the storage ring. Then I tidied up the shop and closed the door completely.