Ye Ziheng just wanted to speak to 18 Hengnan street, but before he could say it, he suddenly thought of something, touched his pocket, opened his mobile phone and looked at it. His face showed an embarrassed expression.

"Well, master, you go. I have something to deal with."

The driver could not help but frown.

"If you don't go, what are you doing? It's a waste of time."

Then he drove away.

Ye Ziheng, on the other hand, can only force himself to open his mobile phone, turn on the navigation, and then walk towards the direction of No. 18 Hengnan street.

After walking for more than two hours, ye Ziheng successfully walked from the airport to the house at No. 18, Hengnan street.

This house is much smaller than the one rented by tianxingmen to ye Ziheng. However, ye Ziheng doesn't care about these things. The size of the house is OK. The environment is better. It's OK to live.

Ye Ziheng looks at the locked gate and looks around again. People come and go on the road. If they enter by force, they may be caught as thieves.

So ye Ziheng pretended to be indifferent and went to the door and reached for the door lock.

Then, a pure black long sword suddenly appeared in ye Ziheng's hand, and then in the moment that no one noticed all this, he immediately inserted the long sword into it.

"Click!"

A sound sounded, and ye Ziheng's sword pierced the whole door lock. Then he grasped the handle of the sword and twisted it, and the whole door lock fell down.

But the people on the street, no one seems to notice this scene, still people walking, so ye Ziheng pretended that nothing had happened, and slowly walked in.

Into the room, ye Ziheng closed the door, went to a room, looked around, and then took out the mobile phone, looked up.

Although ye Ziheng is a martial artist, money is basically as useless as waste paper. However, he is now walking in this society. If he wants to survive, he still has to rely on this waste paper to survive.

Ye Ziheng looks for one name after another in the mobile phone, thinking about who should borrow some money.

Soon, ye Ziheng's eyes are locked in Qin Feng's body.

But the old thief Qin has helped himself so much, and he also helped himself to find a house. He was troubling others in this way, but he still had some problems. So ye Ziheng shook his head decisively.

Then he looked down and saw his parents' phone. But ye Ziheng is now nearly 20 years old. He still asks his parents for money, which is more or less unreasonable, so he turns it over.

Ye Ziheng then saw Lin Ya's name, thought about it for a while, and then opened a few more. Finally, ye Ziheng's eyes fell on the phone number of "he Qiming".

He Qiming can be regarded as ye Ziheng's younger brother. He has a good relationship with ye Ziheng. He can borrow some money from him. Moreover, his family happens to open a martial arts trade center. He will still have some money in his pocket. Ye Ziheng can also directly give him some pills to exchange for money.

Ye Ziheng nodded and felt that he Qiming was the only one who could borrow money. Without saying a word, he hit his phone number, and the phone rang out. After half a ring, the phone finally got through, and there came a slightly familiar male voice.

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