Arriving at the familiar post office, Wang Ye was vaguely looking forward to it.
Although each mission is more dangerous, the rewards obtained are completely proportional to the efforts.
Without the rewards from the two post offices, Wang Ye would not have the leverage to negotiate terms with people like Zhang Ziliang.
Wang Ye is relatively clear about his own positioning.
After all, as a member of an A-level team in his previous life, he was just a nobody in Zhang Ziliang's eyes.
Arriving at the front desk skillfully, Wang Ye's pupils suddenly shrank and his eyes became serious.
A letter, almost stained with blood, lay harmlessly on the front desk.
Next to the envelope is a somewhat rusty key.
"This is..."
"A fatal mission..."
Wang Ye looked at the letter in front of him and muttered to himself.
Last time, just an ordinary letter, stained with a few drops of blood, had already frightened Empress Wang Ye.
this time...
Wang Ye, who had always been calm and calm, couldn't help but take a breath of air at this moment.
"However, no matter how dangerous the post office's mission is, it is still possible to complete it."
Wang Ye pondered for a few seconds, muttering to himself in a low voice, and then looked at the note on the side.
Task requirements:
Drive the mail truck, follow the navigation, and get off at the navigation end point.
Send the letter to the first person you see.
Task deadline: delivered within 5 days.
Reward: Become a regular member: Level 1 Gui Chai, Gui Chai server.
"Recruitment?"
Wang Ye realized something: "Was it just an internship assessment at the post office before?"
"In this case, after becoming a regular employee, the authority should be increased."
Wang Ye's expression gradually changed, and there seemed to be a hint of madness in the cold calmness.
It seems that this is the real self suppressed under the appearance.
Wang Ye silently took out the letter and keys on the front desk, put them in his pocket, turned and left.
Back in the living room, Wang Ye stood at the window and looked downstairs expressionlessly.
Sure enough, a very old mail truck parked silently at the gate of the community.
"It is to directly guide energy and convey reality."
"It's still...artificial..."
Wang Ye thought for a long time, silently closed the curtains, fell on the bed, and fell asleep.
Wang Ye attaches great importance to recuperating before each action.
The next day...
After getting everything ready, Wang Ye came to the gate of the community, opened the mail truck with the key on the front desk, and got in.
The mail truck looked a bit old, and even the control panel was covered with dust. When the car was started, the engine made a loud roar, making people doubt whether the car could still start.
Fortunately, the post office did not disappoint.
The post office slowly started up, and the navigation on the side lit up at this moment.
Touching the steering wheel, Wang Ye frowned slightly.
The feel of the steering wheel is a bit strange.
It seemed... like touching someone's skin, and the brake underneath felt like stepping on a lump of flesh.
The navigation light flickered slightly, as if it was broken.
As the car started, the surrounding scene suddenly became unreal.
The figures on the street seemed to become a little blurry. At this moment, Wang Ye and the mail truck seemed to be in a different dimension from these pedestrians.
At this time, the route map finally appeared on the flashing navigation.
Looking at the position on the navigation, Wang Ye's face turned slightly pale.
After the eternal night...
The whole world has become a wasteland.
Among them, Buddha and Tao relied on their mysterious foundations to forcibly open up pure lands, establish Buddhist kingdoms and Taoist cities in the wasteland, and survive.
Later, with the help of Daocheng, the official opened up ten cities to firmly resist the erosion of the wasteland.
Even so, horrific supernatural events often occur in the city.
But it is still considered a pure land in troubled times. But other places were completely destroyed.
In one sentence...
A paradise for ghosts.
As long as you leave the city and do not follow official roads, you must be prepared to die at any time.
There is only one train to other cities every day, and it also needs the protection of many superpowers.
Of course, although the wasteland is dangerous, it is also full of opportunities.
Countless people who can't survive, or people with powers who are about to die, will choose to go to the wasteland, hoping to find treasures.
They are called... scavengers.
However, ninety-nine percent of the people died.
And the one percent who survived brought back valuable things.
And the positioning of this navigation...
Right in the wasteland.
and...
It is deep in the wasteland, a completely undeveloped place.
Based on the analysis of data alone, this mission will result in death but no life...
"I trust my judgment and the post office will not give me a task that I cannot complete."
Wang Ye took a deep breath, his eyes flashed with madness, and stepped on the accelerator hard.
There was a shuddering roar from the engine, and the mail truck sped out at a speed that didn't match the sound.
Pedestrians seemed to turn a blind eye to this mysterious mail truck, until Wang Ye drove the mail truck directly through the city wall.
“Sure enough, the mail truck is somewhere between reality and nothingness.”
Watching the mail truck coming out of the wall, Wang Ye showed an expression that was indeed true and murmured to himself.
That's it, one person and one car...
Leaving the safe city and heading to the wasteland full of mysterious legends.
…
"Hehe, little brother must not have thought that I would go find him."
"The moment he opened the door, I would twist off his head and chop off his limbs."
"It's better to cut off the limbs first, otherwise you won't be able to see my little brother's frightened expression."
Downstairs in Wang Ye's community, Zhou Han looked troubled and sat on the edge of the flower bed in the community with her mouth pouted. Gold knives were surrounding her, flying around her.
for a long time...
Zhou Han seemed to have finally thought of the perfect solution. His eyes lit up and he regained his sweet smile. He came to the door of Wang Ye's house and knocked on the door.
The door opens.
Wang Ye stood at the door expressionlessly.
It's just that this Wang Ye's face is as pale as paper, but his expression is equally cold.
"Hello, classmate Wang~"
Zhou Han's eyes narrowed, as cute as crescent moons, and he looked at 'Wang Ye' with a smile and said.
Wang Ye glanced at Zhou Han expressionlessly, without saying a word, and turned around stiffly to return to the living room.
Looking at Wang Ye's back, Zhou Han's eyes flashed with a strange light. The next second, countless golden flying knives kept flying in the air and rushed towards Wang Ye, who was sitting on the sofa with an expressionless face.
Wang Ye just raised his head and looked at Zhou Han silently without making any movement.
Then...
Wang Ye was instantly dismembered.
Strangely, not a drop of blood flowed from the wound of Wang Ye's body lying on the ground.
Through the cut wound, you can see...
There was nothing in Wang Ye's body.
Bones, internal organs...are not there.
"Hehe, I finally dismembered this guy!"
Zhou Han seemed not to notice anything unusual. With a proud expression on his face, he took out his mobile phone, stood in front of Wang Ye's 'corpse', and happily took a selfie.
Then he left Wang Ye's home happily, not even forgetting to close the door for him.
for a long time...
Falling at home, Wang Ye's body, with its hollow head, suddenly started to roll, and its eyes kept moving.
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