Shuttle of the city

The sudden accident horrified everyone, and the vehicles on the road stopped on the side of the road.

In the distance, several traffic policemen rushed over here quickly.

Ye Zichuan stopped the car and came to the side of Mercedes-Benz.

Chen Shuhao in the passenger seat was covered with blood, his legs were directly stuck, blood was blurred, blood dripping on the ground, and soon gathered into blood puddles.

"Why can't you think so?" Ye Zichuan asked in a voice that the two of them could hear.

"Little bastard...I...want to...knock you to death..." Chen Shuhao said intermittently, with blood spewing out from the innermost.

"Tsk tusk tusk, how much hatred, how much hate I actually want to die." Ye Zichuan sighed: "but it is a pity, now it seems that I live well, but you are going to die, hey, it's not worth the loss."

"I...help me...help..."

Ye Zichuan snorted: "It's no help, wait for death."

As he said, he thought, controlling a part in the car, slowly inserting it into Chen Shuhao's body, completely ending his life.

"You shouldn't be wrong, you shouldn't mess with me, nor should you look at Lin Yuyao like that, she is my woman!"

Chen Shuhao opened his eyes wide, his eyes were filled with deep hatred and unwillingness, blood was constantly vomiting out of his mouth, but he was already exhausted, and soon he lost his breath, and he couldn't look at him!

After the traffic police arrived here, they found that Chen Shuhao was dead.

Ye Zichuan explored the space and found that the four bodyguards were also dead, which happened to save him from taking care of the funeral.

After all, these four bodyguards knew that Chen Shuhao was here to deal with him. If he were alive, some things would not be easy to explain.

Although it was easy for him to kill, he still didn't want to do it himself.

The traffic police asked him briefly about the situation and let him go.

The Chen family on the other side also received this notice as soon as possible.

After Master Huijue learned the news, he folded his hands together and said the Buddha's name.

"Chen Shuhao is dead, we have to find someone else if we want a thousand-year-old elixir and a method of cultivation."

There is no sadness or joy on his face, no mood swings at all, as if just a passerby died.

After learning this news, Gu Yue's face also became a little weird, especially after I heard that Ye Zichuan appeared at the scene of the accident, her face became even more weird.

Before Chen Shuhao stood up inexplicably to clarify, she felt that Ye Zichuan was a bit mysterious, and the occurrence of this accident made Ye Zichuan even more confusing.

"There are a thousand-year-old elixir, and special medicinal materials can be cultivated..." Gu Yue's slender fingers twisted the edge of the tea cup: "Ye Zichuan, you really make me more and more curious."

Zichuan drove to the pharmacy downstairs. After getting off the car, he saw a few people standing outside the pharmacy, wearing black suits, standing with hands, and among them, standing a middle-aged man.

Hearing the sound of the car, the middle-aged man turned around and saw Ye Zichuan getting off the car.

He walked straight here: "You are Mr. Yokogawaba, right?"

Ye Zichuan nodded: "It's me, you are?"

"The Fourth Master wants to see you."

Hearing this name, Ye Zichuan's pupils suddenly shrank: "Which Fourth Master?"

"Si Ye Chen."

coming!

Ye Zichuan knew that Si Ye Chen would find him sooner or later, but the time was a little later than expected.

Last time, Wen Yuren went to Hongye Winery to negotiate with the islanders. Ye Zichuan destroyed the Hongye Winery, and then killed Wen Yuren in a car. He also asked the driver to give Chen Siye a word.

With Chen Siye's strength, he can definitely find out who killed Wen Yuren.

"Then see you." Ye Zichuan said lightly.

His calmness made the middle-aged man a little admired, knowing that he was going to see Si Ye Chen, but he was so calm, just in terms of his courage, he was better than many people.

After getting in the car, Ye Zichuan was taken away from the pharmacy.

After more than half an hour, the car stopped in the suburbs.

This is a manor, a modern villa, with a huge green field, larger than a football field.

The small hills are undulating, with soft curvature. In the middle of the green field, there is a lake surrounded by a lake like a diamond inlaid on the grass.

The five-story manor was built on the edge of the lake, magnificent and luxurious, and the whole body is marble-like color.

Small roads shuttled through the manor, connecting several places inside.

Under the leadership of the middle-aged man, Ye Zichuan walked all the way into the manor.

On the road, openly and secretly, he saw a lot of bodyguards, basically with guns on them, many of which were still very advanced submachine guns, which were extremely lethal.

The middle-aged man was always paying attention to Ye Zichuan's look, but to his surprise, Ye Zichuan's face remained unchanged, as if he was visiting a scenic spot, his expression relaxed, and even looking around with interest.

"I don't know where is Mr. Ye from?" the middle-aged man asked casually.

Ye Zichuan glanced at him. Perhaps his ancestors of the eighteenth generation had been investigated by them, so he still asked this question?

"Northwest." But he still replied.

"Northwest, the loess desert, desolate and boundless, is a good place, where many civilizations in China originated."

Ye Zichuan nodded noncommitantly. The Guanzhong Plain had indeed born many civilizations, and many famous historical figures appeared.

"Jianghai is also a good place, at least it's warmer than mine. It's snowing in my hometown now."

In the northwest, it usually snows after the National Day.

Sometimes the weather gets cold, and even snow starts at the end of September.

"In Jianghai, I have never seen snow." The middle-aged man said along the way.

While chatting, the two came to the bottom of the villa.

Two big men at the door stopped Ye Zichuan, and the middle-aged man smiled apologetically to Ye Zichuan: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ye, for a routine check."

Ye Zichuan smiled: "It's okay."

Then he opened his arms and accepted the other party's check calmly.

The two big men began to fumble on Ye Zichuan's body, dragging his hands, legs, and even his shoes.

"Hey, hey, it's all men, so you don't need to check that place."

Ye Zichuan frowned, feeling that he was invaded somewhere.

After half a day, they didn't find anything except the car key, mobile phone, and a little cash, so they let Ye Zichuan pass.

The middle-aged man had a weird face. He didn't expect Ye Zichuan to come forward with bare hands.

I don't know if it is really capable, and pretending to be calm.

However, judging from Wen Yuren's death, Ye Zichuan may be really capable, so he has no fear.