The Shuttle of the City

"What's going on here?" Ye Zichuan was a little confused, not understanding why a projection of a world suddenly appeared in his mind.

A world made entirely of dirt.

Thinking of being buried alive just now, could it be related to that?

In addition, he also discovered another problem. The scope of the space domain has expanded, from three meters to six meters, which has doubled in size!

at the same time……

Turning over his hand, a piece of soil appeared in Ye Zichuan's hand, with a crystal luster, no earthy smell, but a faint fragrance.

Xi Yang, this is the message fed back to him by the shards of godhead!

As far as Ye Zichuan knows, Xi Soil is a kind of magical soil recorded in Shan Hai Jing, which can grow on its own and never lose its consumption. It is completely divine soil. He saw it when he was reading novels.

"This kind of thing really exists?" Ye Zichuan was a little dazed.

He put the soil into the pot, and after only a few minutes, something magical happened.

Succulent, which was about to be raised to death by him, has regained its vitality, full of greenery and vitality.

Ye Zichuan was shocked, this was simply a ripening agent and a growth agent.

Looking at Xi Rang in his hands, Ye Zichuan's eyes began to flicker, as if he had thought of an opportunity to use Xi Rang to make money.

Big money can be made!

Thinking about the changes before and after, Ye Zichuan had a guess.

I was buried alive, absorbed enough earth elements, and then opened the world of earth elements, which not only increased the space field, but also won the reward of breath soil!

Then he thought of a more critical question!

He accidentally opened up a world of earth elements, which proves that fragments of godhead have hidden functions.

Ye Zichuan felt that he had discovered a new continent!

After tossing like this all night, especially when he almost died once, Ye Zichuan's spirit collapsed and he fell asleep very quickly.

But even in his sleep, he still maintained a trace of vigilance, for fear of encountering any accidents.

Chapter 6 Planting Ginseng!

This sleep lasted until noon the next day.

At the same time, downstairs from him, Zhang Haoquan's figure reappeared here.

Ye Zichuan is already dead, he came today to search for Ye Zichuan's inheritance, the man's sixth sense told him that the six thousand yuan must have been taken away by Ye Zichuan.

Humming a ditty and whistling, Zhang Haoquan was extremely happy.

After getting out of the elevator, he took out the key and opened the door of room 506. Immediately afterwards, a handsome face that he had hated for a long time appeared in his eyes, looking at him with a smile that was not a smile.

"Ghost! Ghost!"

After being dazed for a few seconds, Zhang Haoquan let out a horrific scream, his legs softened, and he sat down on the ground.

"Uncle Zhang, seeing each other every day is like three autumns. Did you sleep well last night?" Ye Zichuan looked at him with a smile.

"Don't come here! Don't come here!"

Zhang Haoquan hissed and screamed, and a person buried alive by him appeared in front of him again, what else could it be if it wasn't a ghost?

He ran out without a trace of demeanor when he came, and he was completely frightened.

Seeing him so embarrassed, Ye Zichuan curled his lips: "It's boring to be so careless."

After Zhang Haoquan left the apartment building in a panic, he came all the way to his den, and his heart was relieved.

Immediately after he came back to his senses, he was sure that he was not mistaken, he really saw Ye Zichuan.

"Is it his ghost? Or is that little bastard still alive?"

Zhang Haoquan's face was cloudy and uncertain.

Then he left here and drove to the Mediterranean bar.

It was not evening yet, and the place hadn't opened yet, but Zhang Haoquan still saw Brother Bao.

"What? That kid is not dead?"

Hearing Zhang Haoquan's words, he was as calm as Brother Leopard, and stood up in shock.

"Brother Quan, are you sure you read correctly?"

"I'm sure!" Zhang Haoquan nodded with an ugly expression.

Brother Leopard's eyes flickered, and he said to the younger brother next to him, "Go to the place last night and see if that kid is still in the pit?"

"Yes!"

Ten minutes later, the younger brother called: "Brother Leopard, the pit was dug up, and the boy's body is gone!"

Hearing this news, Zhang Haoquan and Brother Bao took a breath at the same time, feeling a chill in their hearts.

They drank there for a long time, Ye Zichuan didn't move at all, how could they still have the strength to crawl out of the soil?

"That little bastard doesn't really know any magic tricks, does he?" Zhang Haoquan trembled a little as he spoke.

Brother Leopard's eyes became extremely sharp: "After experiencing this incident, that kid must have become vigilant, and now there is only one way, and that is to find a master, and let him know when he is sleeping.

Time, kill him without anyone noticing! "

"You mean, looking for a killer?"

Brother Bao nodded: "This is the only way, but the price will not be low to find such a person."

Zhang Haoquan gritted his teeth: "I will pay as much as I want, as long as I can kill that kid!"

He was really a little scared, and always felt that Ye Zichuan's evil sect was terrifying.

……

While they were discussing how to deal with Ye Zichuan, Ye Zichuan had already started his own plan to make a fortune.

After lunch, he went to the flower and bird market to buy some flower pots, then went to the Chinese medicine store to buy some dried ginseng plants, and went to the park to dig some soil.

After returning home, he put the soil into the flowerpot, spread a thin layer of soil on top, and then planted the ginseng.

If someone else saw this scene, they would probably regard him as an idiot. The ginseng has been dried, and it's a hell of a job to be able to grow it.

But only a few minutes later, Ye Zichuan saw that the dry ginseng became a little plump, and there was a kind of vitality permeating it.

"It's done!"

Ye Zichuan let go of his hanging heart, the magic of Xi Rang did not exceed his expectations, even dried ginseng can be rejuvenated.

After more than an hour, the ginseng has become extremely plump and is still growing.

Ye Zichuan was amazed. If it grows like this, he can grow ginseng that is [-] years old!

[-]-year-old authentic wild ginseng is expensive in the market, with a price of seven to eight thousand yuan per gram, even [-]-year-old wild ginseng costs one to two thousand yuan per gram.

"For the first time planting, it's almost enough to plant a ten or twenty year old. If there are more, it should attract the attention of others."

Ye Zichuan estimates that by noon tomorrow, these ginsengs will be almost 20 years old.

And these are just experimental products, if successful, he can carry out large-scale cultivation.

With such a dream in mind, Ye Zichuan fell asleep, and in his dream, he seemed to see countless beauties in villas, luxury cars waving to him...

It was past twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and Ye Zichuan slept like a pig.

In the dream, he hugged left and right, his arms full of warmth and jade, and the smile on his face was as lewd as it could be.

And at this moment, a ghostly figure approached downstairs, skillfully and professionally opened the anti-theft door, avoided the camera surveillance, and gradually reached the fifth floor.

When the door was opened, Ye Zichuan was still immersed in a dream and did not wake up.

It wasn't until the ghostly figure stood by the bed that his dangerous instinct woke him up.

In fact, after being stunned for the first time, Ye Zichuan kept a trace of vigilance while sleeping, but he did not expect to encounter danger again.

A flash of cold light flashed, and the killer shot directly, and the sharp dagger was wiped at Ye Zichuan's neck!

In the next second, when the dagger was only a few centimeters away from Ye Zichuan's neck, it suddenly froze in mid-air, unable to move at all.

The killer opened his eyes wide, with an expression of disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.

Because he couldn't even move a finger, and was completely imprisoned by some force.

Ye Zichuan, who was asleep, opened his eyes faintly, with a very ugly look on his face. In his dream, he had already reached the most critical part with the beauty, but was interrupted by this bastard killer.

He was unhappy, and so was his brother!

Ye Zichuan sat up and looked at him coldly: "Who are you? Who hired you?"

The killer's eyes were indifferent: "Do you think I will tell you?"

Ye Zichuan smiled lightly: "You have a backbone, don't you, you don't want to reveal who your employer is? Very good!"

As he spoke, he shook his hand lightly across the void.

"what!"

The killer let out a scream, and felt an invisible force coming from all directions, squeezing his body, making all the bones in his body groan.

"Tell me, if you are [-] meters tall, if you compress it infinitely, will you become a [-]-meter-high dwarf?" Ye Zichuan sat on the side of the bed calmly.

"You... who are you? What kind of magic is this?"

The killer squeezed out these words from between his teeth, he was really a little hairy.

He didn't see Ye Zichuan make a move at all, so he was completely helpless. How to kill such a monster?

"Demonic law? Some people said that before, so you should regard it as demonic law." Ye Zichuan said lightly, "Your employer is Zhang Haoquan, right?"

"I really want to kill him!"

When the killer heard this sentence, his eyes lit up, feeling that he had a chance.

"Actually, we can talk."