Ye Ziheng saw a small shop in the memory of the old man. He bought the male and female ring from a man. There was no other information. It seems that the old man had no contact with Zihan rain.

But at this time, the old man died and said nothing, so ye Ziheng simply took down the male and female ring, and then left directly and walked 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 a very attractive place.

Ye Ziheng walked past. The owner of the shop was a young man in his twenties, but his appearance was similar to that of a local ruffian.

"What's the matter? I'm not going to buy your things if you don't have acquaintances to bring you here."

Ye Ziheng put the male and female rings on the table.

"Where did this ring come from?"

The peddler looked at ye Ziheng with a trace of displeasure in his eyes.

"I came here to ask about the way. I'm sorry, there are rules in the shop. All the goods are bought and sold without asking about the origin and destination. "

With that, he turned his head directly and was too lazy to pay attention to ye Ziheng. But at this time ye Ziheng is a sudden hand, a hand directly pinched his neck shin.

"I've killed one person today, and I don't mind killing more."

On hearing this, the peddler suddenly showed fear. Take a look at ye Ziheng on the table of the male and female ring, and then a face of panic.

"You, you killed the master of the Chen family!"

"I'll ask for the last time, who brought the ring?"

The peddler looked at ye Ziheng's murderous appearance. He didn't seem to be joking. He was scared to death.

"I, I'm engaged in scalping business here. Everyone has been here. I can't remember what I've learned 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, he doesn't mind pulling out his memory directly.

"Wait! wait! I remember it. I remember it. It's Zhang Yaoshu, who 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 dagger in ye Ziheng's hand, which stabbed him straight into his palm and nailed it on the table.

"Ah

The peddler howled at once and tried to break free, but he was afraid of pain.

"You think about it. Next time you say something wrong, it's not as simple as putting your hands in the palm."

The peddler was completely frightened by Ye Ziheng. He cried while he was busy.

"It's Wu Yulong, a pickpocket who lives in the Breeze Inn several streets away. It's the ring he sold me! Please forgive me, sir. I promise I won't dare again. I won't do it again. "

Ye Ziheng looks at the peddler, confirms that he has not lied, then loosens the hand that pinches his neck, and then walks toward the Qingfeng inn.

And the peddler, after ye Ziheng left, immediately bit his teeth and pulled out the dagger in his hand. He was about to throw it away, but he took a look at the dagger in his hand. It seems that the texture is good. After thinking for a while, I finally put the dagger into the storage ring. Then I cleaned up the shop and completely closed the door.

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