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I slept until noon the next day.

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

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

Humming and whistling, Zhang Haoquan was extremely happy.

Walking out of the elevator, he took out the key to open the door of 506, and then, a handsome face that had made him hate for a long time appeared in his eyes, looking at him with a smile.

"Ghost! Ghost!"

After a few seconds of froze, Zhang Haoquan let out a tragic scream, his legs softened and his butt sat on the ground.

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

"Don't come over! Don't come over!"

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

He scrambled and ran out, without a trace of the demeanor he had come, completely frightened.

Seeing him so embarrassed, Ye Zichuan curled his lips: "It's so casual and boring."

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

Immediately afterwards, he came back to his senses, he was sure that he had not read it wrong, and he really saw Ye Zichuan.

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

Zhang Haoquan's face was uncertain.

Then he left here and drove to the Mediterranean Bar.

Before the evening, it hadn't opened yet, but Zhang Haoquan still met Brother Leopard.

"What? That kid is not dead?"

Hearing what Zhang Haoquan said, he was as calm as Brother Leopard, and was shocked to stand up.

"Brother Quan, are you sure you are not mistaken?"

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

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

"Yes!"

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

Hearing this news, Zhang Haoquan and Leopard Brother took a breath at the same time, and their hearts were cold.

They drank the wine for a long time there, but Ye Zichuan didn't have any movement, how could he still have the strength to crawl out of the soil?

"That little bastard, doesn't it really have any demon skills?" Zhang Haoquan trembled.

Brother Leopard's eyes became extremely sharp: "After experiencing this incident, that kid must have become vigilant. There is only one way now, and that is to find a master who will kill him without knowing it while he is sleeping! "

"You mean, looking for a killer?"

Brother Leopard nodded: "There is only this way, but looking for such a person, the price will not be low."

Zhang Haoquan gritted his teeth: "I will pay as much money as I can to kill the kid!"

He was really a little scared, always feeling the terrible evil of Ye Zichuan.

...

When they were discussing how to deal with Ye Zichuan, Ye Zichuan had already started his own fortune.

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

After returning home, he put the soil in the flowerpot and spread a thin layer of soil on it before planting the ginseng.

If someone else sees this scene, they will probably treat him as an idiot. The ginseng is all dried, and it would be a hell to be able to grow.

In fact, after only a few minutes, Ye Zichuan saw that the dry ginseng became a little fuller, and there was a kind of vitality in it.

"It's done!"

Ye Zichuan's hanging heart was let go, and the magic of the soil did not exceed his expectations. Even the dried ginseng can be rejuvenated.

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

Ye Zichuan was amazed. If it grows like this, he can grow ginseng for a hundred years!

One hundred years of authentic wild ginseng is very expensive on the market. One gram is worth seven to eight thousand yuan. Even fifty years of wild ginseng costs one to two thousand per gram.

"The first time you plant it, it's almost a difference of ten or twenty years. If you plant more, it should attract the attention of others."

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

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

With this dream in mind, Ye Zichuan fell asleep. In his dream, he seemed to see countless beautiful villas and luxury cars waving to him...

It was already past midnight, and Ye Zichuan was sleeping like a pig.

In the dream, he hugs left and right, Wen Yu is full of arms, and the smile on his face is as lewd as he is.

At this moment, a ghost-like figure was touched downstairs, skillfully and professionally opened the anti-theft door, evaded camera surveillance, and gradually reached the fifth floor.

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

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

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

A cold light flashed, and the assassin shot directly, and the sharp dagger struck Ye Zichuan's neck!

In the next second, when the dagger was only a few centimeters away from Ye Zichuan's neck, it suddenly solidified in the air and couldn't move it.

The killer opened his eyes wide, his face was incredulous, as if he had seen a ghost.

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

The sleeping Ye Zichuan opened his eyes faintly, his expression was very ugly. In his dream, he had reached the most critical part with the beauty, but was interrupted by this bastard killer.

He is very unhappy, and his brother is very unhappy too!

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

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

Ye Zichuan smiled softly: "Is he very spineless, and he doesn't want to reveal who his employer is? Very good!"

As he said, his hand shook gently across the void.

"what!"

The killer let out a scream, feeling an invisible force rushing from all directions, squeezing his body, making his bones groan.

"You said, your one-meter-eight height, will you become a one-meter-high dwarf if you compress it infinitely?" Ye Zichuan sat calmly by the bed.

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

The killer squeezed this sentence from his teeth, he was really a little hairy.

He didn't see Ye Zichuan's move at all, leaving him completely helpless, how to kill such a monster?

"Demonic method? Someone said that before, so you should treat it as a monster." Ye Zichuan said lightly, "Your employer is Zhang Haoquan, right?"

"I really want to kill him!"

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

"Actually we can talk."

"Oh? What do you want to talk about?"

"You don't want to kill, right, I can kill for you."

Ye Zichuan did have the ability to kill Zhang Haoquan, but he had never killed anyone, and the psychological barrier was difficult to overcome.

The killer in front of him is indeed a better opportunity.

Ye Zichuan put down his hand, the assassin's body suddenly loosened, and the power that restrained him disappeared.

"Idiot, go to hell!"

A smirk appeared on the killer's face, he took out a pistol at lightning speed, and pulled the trigger at the same time.