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As long as Wang Ye died, Dalong's nightmare would end. The boss behind him was simply too scary.

Wang Ye didn't have any thoughts of resisting, and Dalong also relaxed his guard. They were all armed with guns, as long as they found a place with no one to kill him.

Dalong kept comforting himself that his boss wouldn't blame him. As for the eight million, he would definitely find a way to get Ziyun to hand it over.

At this moment, Dalong's phone rang. When he saw the number on it, he couldn't help but sweat profusely.

"Have you found Wang Ye?" There was no emotion in the voice on the other end of the phone.

"Find..." I found it! " Dalong was stunned for a moment before he hurriedly replied.

"Hurry up and settle it, I have an extra reward." The man hung up.

Da Long still wanted to tell the mysterious man how he planned to get the eight million back, but the mysterious man did not seem to be interested in money. He only felt a little interest in the news of Wang Ye's death.

He was like a supreme god, nobody's life was important, Wang Ye was nothing more than a small fry that could cause some ripples.

Wang Ye's body was not strong enough to defend against the hot weapons. He knew that he was in a dangerous situation.

"Big Brother Dalong!" Wang Ye suddenly said.

Dalong was so scared that his legs trembled. He shouted, "Stinky brat, what are you doing?"

Dalong was obviously frightened. If something went wrong now, he might end up in a miserable state. He knelt down in front of that mysterious figure like everyone else, begging him to kill him immediately.

"Nothing, I'm just a little scared." Wang Ye laughed and said.

At this moment, there was something strange about the sariras. A large amount of heat came out from his chest, but the heat suddenly stopped and the temperature inside the car dropped abruptly.

A ghost was stuck to the roof of the car. He gave a charming smile and said, "Brat, how about we make a deal?"

Wang Ye heard the Betting King’s Ghost's voice and with a thought, he asked: "What deal?"

"Give me your sariras, I can save you." The ghost smiled and said.

"No need!" Wang Ye did not plan to make such a deal with a spirit.

The old Daoist also noticed the difference, the Betting King’s Ghost was different from the other ghosts, his body was already solid, if he were to accumulate a certain amount of grievance and Yin Qi, he would definitely become a terrifying ghost.

When the evil ghost appeared, many innocent people would definitely die. However, even if the old Daoist summoned him up, there was no way to send him back.

"Wang Ye, do not believe this nonsense." The old Daoist also reminded them.

"Is the air-conditioning in the car broken?" Dalong suddenly asked.

A thin layer of ice formed on the window, allowing Wang Ye to feel the powerful grievances of the ghosts.

"Return to the sariras, or bear the consequences!" Wang Ye said indifferently.

However, he suddenly stopped in mid-air, as a huge attraction force came from Wang Ye's body. Wang Ye's soul was pulled back into the sariras.

How could a ghost deal with such a buddhist treasure? Wang Ye curled his lips and asked the old Daoist with a smile: "What does this King of Gambles want me to do?"

"He didn't say anything about it, but I'm afraid he wants to avenge him!" The old Daoist explained, "I know a little about his situation. There were many times that I wanted to escape to the Yang World, but I was always caught by ghost officer and brought back."

The old Daoist's expression suddenly changed. "You're not going to help him kill someone, are you?"

"Old man, if you didn't bring him up here, how could I be so miserable?" Wang Ye said snappily.

"My family's soup has been prepared. When you have time, come over and have some!" The old Daoist disappeared into his spiritual sense.

"Hey!" Don't run! " Wang Ye secretly cursed at the smelly Daoist, this guy invited a vengeful ghost over, then he actually ignored it.

After driving for two hours, they arrived at an abandoned factory. It had looked like no one had been there for a long time, but in fact, there were a lot of people who came here.

This must be the place where Dalong and the others often made underground transactions. Wang Ye knew that he would be in great danger now.

Who knew how many guns were pointing at him from the shadows? Wang Ye asked indifferently: "Big Brother Dalong, didn't you say you want me to take the money?"

"Money?" "Hahahaha …" Da Long ordered for Wang Ye to be tied up in the factory and asked: "Do you have life flower?"

He took out his phone and said, "For Ziyun to bring the eight million over, she has to come alone! Otherwise, I will kill you! "

Wang Ye did not know who the power behind him was, so he did not immediately break free from the restraints, but instead dialed Ah Sheng's number.

"Tell Ziyun I'm fine, don't do anything rash." After Wang Ye finished speaking, Dalong's fist came smashing over.

But the next moment, the one howling was Dalong. This guy's body was made of cement. Dalong held back the pain as his hand began to swell.

"Beat him until he begs for mercy!" Dalong roared.

With Dalong as a precedent, all of the lackeys stepped forward with sticks in their hands. One of them took up his stick and smashed it onto Wang Ye's knee.

"Bam!"

Ah!" The palm of the lackey's hand cracked open as he screamed in pain.

Wang Ye's body was protected by the spirit energy, so ordinary people were unable to hit him. Da Long had already investigated Wang Ye's background a long time ago. He knew that Wang Ye was a little evil, but this was the first time he had seen it.

"Beat his head, turn him into an idiot!" Dalong was gnashing his teeth in hatred.

If it wasn't for Wang Ye, he wouldn't be scolded by the boss, this brat really deserved to die!

One of the lackeys started to swing his pole forward, chopping down towards his head. Everyone did not care whether Wang Ye was alright, but looked towards the lackey.

The thick and thick wooden pole broke apart with a kacha sound. There wasn't even a scratch on Wang Ye's head.

"I don't believe that you're made of iron!" Dalong stepped forward with the knife in his left hand.

"I'll give you a chance, call Ziyun and ask her to send you the money, or else I'll drain your blood!" Dalong said fiercely.

If an ordinary person came to Dalong's hands, they would only have to beg for forgiveness. Only Wang Ye this fellow was not afraid at all, it was as if he was here for a vacation.

"If you have the guts, release him. If you die, don't even think about taking the money!" Wang Ye laughed and said.

Da Long did not dare to do anything as he held onto his blade. If he were to kill Wang Ye, how would he be able to get the 8 million back?

"Alright!" "Don't think I can't deal with you!" Dalong put away his folding knife.

At this time, he pointed a gun at Wang Ye's knees and said: "Do you want to f * cking become a cripple?"

Without waiting for him to open fire, suddenly a dagger was placed on Dalong's neck. The silhouette indifferently said, "Do you want me to cut off your entire hand for you?"

"Brothers, kill him!" Dalong shouted.

The shadow waved the dagger in his hands, causing Wang Ye to use force on both of his arms, the rope on his body easily snapped. Originally, he did not want to make a move, but he did not expect the shadow to follow him.

Once Wang Ye got out of the fight, the other lackeys were immediately frightened, many of them had already suffered at Wang Ye's hands, and did not dare to fight him.

Right now, Wang Ye still had a helper, and the two of them were holding Dalong hostage.