Chapter 282: Unusual Movement! (Update 1!)

Ye Chen smoked a few more cigarettes on the park bench, sorted out some of his thoughts, and then took out his mobile phone to call Ye Lingtian.

"How much do you know about the Ghost Prison?"

Ye Lingtian on the other end of the phone looked confused and shook his head: "Palace Master, I have never heard of this name."

"When investigating the affairs of the capital in the future, please help me keep an eye on the Ghost Prison."

"Yes, Palace Master!"

Afterwards, Ye Chen called Lei Shuwei again. The information system of Dragon Soul should be more complete, but the answer he got was the same.

It was as if there was no Ghost Prison in this world at all.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Chen fell into deep thought: "Even Dragon Soul doesn't know about the existence. Is there really a Ghost Prison in this world?"

Although Jiang Jianfeng was a little hostile to him, he should not have deceived himself.

Without thinking any more, Ye Chen got up and prepared to leave the park.

He raised his head and stared at the phantom of the blood dragon above the sky for a few seconds. The phantom of the blood dragon swooped down from the sky!

The whistling wind and dragon roars continued to sound!

"Bang!"

Finally, it rushed straight into his body.

He had recently discovered this blood dragon phantom. He thought that only he could see it. Now it seems that a strong man of Jiang Jianfeng's level can also detect it.

Although I don't know how this blood dragon phantom was formed, it should not be harmful to me.

When the blood dragon phantom rushed into his body, the Samsara Cemetery shook!

The third tombstone cracked a few more times, and a phantom gradually appeared.

Condensed into shape.

It was an old man wrapped in a black robe, and the old man's eyes were shining with cold light, which made people palpitate.

The old man in black robe glanced at the nearly 100 tombstones behind him, and his eyes were extremely solemn and said: "We put our fate on a young boy. Is it really worth it?"

After the words fell, the Samsara Cemetery suddenly blew.

The figure of the old man in black robe completely dissipated wherever the wind went.

The Samsara Cemetery returned to silence.

Under normal circumstances, only when Ye Chen triggered it, the powerful in the tombstone could come out, but this time, he came out by himself.

It was extremely weird.

However, Ye Chen outside did not notice. He walked directly to the place where Xiao Deng parked his car, ready to return to Mingcui Villa.

Suddenly, Ye Chen stopped.

He noticed something in his peripheral vision, staring at a figure in the distance.

The figure was limping over, carrying a huge snakeskin bag on his shoulder.

When he reached a good position, he put down the snakeskin bag and began to organize things to set up a stall.

Although it was still morning, there were indeed many people setting up stalls nearby.

At the entrance of the park, the flow of people was very good.

Because they were selling some things that were used in life, several aunts were asking about it.

The reason why Ye Chen stopped was entirely because he knew the limping man!

The other party was Zhong Xueyong, from Songshan County under Jiangcheng, who made a living by setting up stalls and was cheerful.

When Ye Chen first came to Jiangcheng, in order to make money, he bought a lot of things and set up a stall in Chengbei Park.

It was also at that time that he was invited by Shen Mengjia to the Shen family and met Shen Haihua.

He had some good feelings towards the stall owner, who had helped him a lot, simple and kind.

The key point was why he came to Jiangnan Province?

And his foot was so lame, he remembered that it was fine a few months ago?

Without thinking any more, Ye Chen walked over. When he came to the stall, Zhong Xueyong smiled heartily: "Take a look, I sell my things with conscience, brother..."

The voice suddenly stopped.

Zhong Xueyong was stunned for a long time before saying: "Xiao Ye, why is it you?"

"Uncle Zhong, what a coincidence, I just came here for morning exercise, why did you come to Jiangnan Province?" Ye Chen said with a smile.

Zhong Xueyong explained: "My daughter's school has been transferred to Jiangnan Province. For the convenience of taking care of her, I put the stall nearby."

"By the way, Xiaoye, the things you set up last time are still with me. I waited for you in Jiangcheng for more than ten days, but you didn't show up..."

The two chatted briefly for a while, and Ye Chen's eyes fell on Zhong Xueyong's legs: "Uncle Zhong, what's wrong with your leg..."

Zhong Xueyong's face changed, and then smiled: "I accidentally fell, it's nothing..."

Ye Chen frowned, and he only glanced at it and found that his leg was not as simple as falling. It was obviously the result of a heavy blow, but since the other party didn't say it, he didn't need to ask again.

At this moment, someone shouted: "They are coming again!"

Zhong Xueyong glanced at the people rushing in from a distance, full of panic, and quickly put away the stall and carried it directly on his shoulders. Perhaps because it was too heavy, there was a trace of pain on his face, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

"Xiao Ye, let's stop talking, those guys are coming..."

After saying that, Zhong Xueyong limped out.

His foot was already injured, and with such gravity and running violently, he could feel a trace of hardship in Zhong Xueyong's life.

This is the backbone of a man.

Suddenly, Zhong Xueyong's injured right foot obviously couldn't bear the weight on his shoulder, and the whole person fell directly to the ground!

There was blood on his forehead.

Seeing this, Ye Chen was about to help, but Zhong Xueyong had already supported himself and stood up, picking up things in panic and putting them in a snakeskin bag.

At this moment, several men in uniforms with plastic black sticks in their hands had come to Zhong Xueyong!

"Damn it, the dead cripple is still running!"

The leading man kicked Zhong Xueyong in the chest!

Zhong Xueyong fell to the ground instantly, and all the things on his body fell to the ground in pieces.

"I've seen you more than ten times. It's not enough to cripple one leg. You want to cripple the second leg? Last time I asked you to pay, but you didn't. You still want to set up a stall here. Bah! You're looking for death!"

The leading man was about to hit with a stick, but a gust of wind blew up, and Ye Chen was already in front of Zhong Xueyong, holding the black stick tightly with his five fingers.

"Get out!"

Ye Chen swung his arm, and the man was directly knocked out, falling to the ground in a mess, and spitting out blood from his mouth.

And the stick was twisted beyond recognition.

Ye Chen helped Zhong Xueyong up: "Uncle Zhong, are you okay?"

Zhong Xueyong shook his head fiercely: "Xiao Ye, did you beat them? Oh, that's troublesome!"

Just as Ye Chen was about to speak, a voice of anger came from behind: "Fuck! Damn! The dead cripple found a martial artist as a helper!"

The man had stood up, his eyes full of bloodshot: "It seems that breaking one of your legs that day was not enough, damn, today both of them will break their legs!"

At the command, the other men in uniform also surrounded him.

Ye Chen's eyes narrowed, his eyes flashed with anger, and he said to Zhong Xueyong: "Uncle Zhong, did they break your legs?"