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Chapter 282 Changes! (One update!)

Ye Chen smoked a few more cigarettes on the park bench, cleared up his thoughts, and took out his mobile phone to call Ye Lingtian.

"How much do you know about Ghost Prison?"

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

"Investigate the affairs of the capital in the future, and help me pay attention to the ghost prison by the way."

"Yes, Hall Master!"

Later, Ye Chen called Lei Shuwei again, saying that Dragon Soul's information system should be relatively sound, but the answer he got was the same.

It's as if there is no ghost prison in this world at all.

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

Although Jiang Jianfeng was somewhat hostile towards him, he probably didn't deceive himself.

Without thinking too much, Ye Chen got up directly and prepared to leave the park.

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

The howling wind and the dragon's chant kept ringing!

"Oh!"

Finally, it went straight into his body.

He had discovered this blood dragon phantom recently. He thought he was the only one who could see it, but now it seemed that even a strong man like Jiang Jianfeng could detect it.

Although I don't know how the blood dragon phantom was formed, it shouldn't do me any harm.

When the phantom of the blood dragon rushed into his body, the cemetery of reincarnation shook!

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

Condensate and form.

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

The old man in black glanced at the nearly one hundred tombstones behind him, and said with serious eyes: "Is it really worth it for us to put our fate on a young boy?"

After the words fell, the cemetery of reincarnation suddenly picked up wind.

As the wind blows, the figure of the black-robed old man completely dissipates.

The cemetery of reincarnation has returned to silence.

Under normal circumstances, the power in the tombstone can only come out when Ye Chen triggers it, but this time, he came out by himself.

Weird to the extreme.

But Ye Chen outside didn't pay attention, he walked directly to the place where Xiao Deng parked, preparing to go back to Mingcui Villa.

Suddenly, Ye Chen stopped in his tracks.

He noticed something out of the corner of his eye, and stared at a figure in the distance.

That figure was limping over, carrying a huge snakeskin bag on its shoulder.

When he got to a good location, he put down the snakeskin bag and started to organize things and set up a stall.

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

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

Because the products sold are all things that are used in daily life, several aunts have already asked about it.

The reason why Ye Chen stopped was because he knew the limping man!
The other party's name was Zhong Xueyong, from Songshan County below Jiangcheng, he set up a stall to make a living, and he was a cheerful person.

When Ye Chen first came to Jiangcheng, in order to make money, he bought a lot of things and set up a stall in the park in the north of the city.

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

He still has a good impression of this stall uncle and has helped him a lot. He is simple and kind.

The key point is why did he also come to Jiangnan Province?

And his feet are so lame, he remembers that he was fine a few months ago?
No longer thinking about it, Ye Chen walked over, and when he came to the booth, Zhong Xueyong smiled heartily: "Take a look, my old Zhong sells things with conscience, brother..."

The sound stopped suddenly.

Zhong Xueyong was stunned for a long time before he said, "Xiaoye, why is it you?"

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

Zhong Xueyong explained: "My daughter's school has been changed to Jiangnan Province. For the convenience of taking care of her, I put the booth 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 I didn't see you..."

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

Zhong Xueyong's complexion changed, and he immediately smiled: "I accidentally dropped it, it's fine..."

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

At this moment, someone shouted, "They are here again!"

Zhong Xueyong glanced at the few people coming from a distance, full of panic, quickly put away the booth, and directly leaned on his shoulders. Perhaps because of the weight, there was a trace of pain on his face, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

"Xiaoye, don't talk for now, those guys are here..."

After finishing speaking, Zhong Xueyong limped and rushed out.

His own foot was injured, coupled with such heavy pressure and violent running, he could feel the hardships of life on Zhong Xueyong.

This is the spine of a man.

Suddenly, Zhong Xueyong's injured right foot obviously couldn't bear the weight on his shoulder, and he fell directly to the ground!
His forehead was bleeding.

Seeing this, Ye Chen just wanted to help, but Zhong Xueyong stood up with support, picked up things in panic, and put them in snakeskin bags.

At this moment, several men in uniforms and holding plastic black sticks had come to Zhong Xueyong!

"Damn it, the cripple is still running!"

The leading man even kicked Zhong Xueyong's chest!

Zhong Xueyong fell to the ground in an instant, and the things on his body fell to the ground in disarray.

"I've seen you for a dozen fucking times. It's not enough to lame the other leg, but you still want to lame the second leg? Last time I asked you to pay, but if you didn't pay, you still wanted to set up a stall here, bah! You're looking for death !"

The man in the lead was about to throw a stick, when a gust of wind blew up, Ye Chen was already in front of Zhong Xueyong, and his five fingers held the black stick fiercely.

"roll!"

With a flick of Ye Chen's arm, the man was blown away and fell to the ground in embarrassment, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

And that stick has been distorted out of shape.

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

Zhong Xue shook her head bravely: "Xiaoye, you beat them? Oh, that's troublesome!"

Just as Ye Chen was about to speak, an angry reprimand sounded from behind: "Fuck! Damn it! The cripple turned out to have hired a Lianjiazi as his helper!"

The man had already stood up, his eyes were bloodshot: "Looks like breaking one of your legs that day wasn't enough, shit, both of you broke your legs today!"

With an order, several other men in uniforms also surrounded him.

Ye Chen shrank his eyes, and there was a trace of anger in his eyes, and said to Zhong Xueyong: "Uncle Zhong, did they break your leg?"

(End of this chapter)