Wasteland.
As the mail truck drove, Wang Ye got further and further away from the city.
The entire wasteland is shrouded in ghost territory, full of gloom and terror.
Some scavengers could be vaguely seen carefully digging for something in the land.
But none of the scavengers are in a team.
Wang Ye understands this.
Scavengers do not form teams.
This is an unwritten rule.
In the wasteland, the chance of encountering ghosts is very high. It can be said that if you wander outside for a day and don't encounter ghosts, it is a strange thing.
It would be okay if you meet normal ones. If you die a lot, you can always survive.
But if it's the kind that can possess people...
That would be a disaster for the entire team.
Death is not scary to scavengers. After all, risks and opportunities coexist. Every scavenger is already prepared to die when he leaves the city.
but...
Money moves people's hearts.
In the eyes of the desperado, I found a treasure that even the king of heaven and I would dare to kill.
Gradually, the rule of not forming a team has become a tacit agreement among everyone.
Looking at the scavengers he accidentally discovered, Wang Ye was a little silent.
In his previous life, after knowing that he could not awaken his powers, Wang Ye once thought of going out to scavenge in the city, maybe he could find his own way.
If he hadn't died in that supernatural incident, he would probably...be one of these people.
Looking at the scene outside the car window, from time to time scavengers are involved in supernatural incidents, but the strange thing is that all the ghosts seem to stay away from the mail truck.
At first, Wang Ye simply thought that the ghost could not see his car.
But over time, he observed that most ghosts seemed to actively avoid their own vehicles.
For example, a guy without legs, who crawled on the ground with his hands, strangely left his own track after seeing his mail truck from a distance.
"Are they... afraid of this mail truck?"
Wang Ye was thoughtful.
The car drove further and further away. After about an hour, it was completely far away from the city, and even the scavengers were no longer visible.
After all, most scavengers only dare to wander around the city. It is too dangerous deep in the wasteland.
The mysterious mail truck shuttled silently among the ghosts. Wang Ye's heart, which was tense at first, gradually began to relax.
After all, if you see it too much, you will become numb.
However, Wang Ye also has a deeper understanding of the wasteland.
The wasteland was obviously more exaggerated than he imagined.
The wasteland is already so terrifying, so how terrifying will the so-called restricted area be?
and...
How was the forbidden area rumored by the outside world discovered? What kind of terrifying guy could it be to cross the wasteland, reach the forbidden area, and come back alive?
At this moment, Wang Ye humbly realized that he was just a nobody in his previous life.
perhaps...
The meaning of his existence is to spread hope to ordinary people.
Suddenly, Wang Ye's pupils suddenly shrank.
On the way Wang Ye was walking, a ghost wearing sackcloth and mourning was kneeling on the ground with a brazier in front of him.
And the ghost made bursts of crying.
This cry... could even reach Wang Ye's mind through the mail truck.
In an instant, Wang Ye's eyes turned blood red, and bloody tears kept dripping down Wang Ye's eyes.
This cry... is countless times more powerful than the one at the Candy Playground.
Wang Ye felt that his body became weak instantly, as if he would die at any time.
"Damn it, I knew the bloody letter wouldn't be so easy!"
Wang Ye cursed secretly and stepped hard on the accelerator, but the mourning ghost in front seemed to have no feeling at all and was still throwing paper money into the brazier.
But the crying became louder and louder.
Blood and tears kept flowing from Wang Ye's eyes, and Wang Ye's face became paler.
Hit it or take a detour.
Wang Ye was constantly struggling in his heart, and his brain was in chaos. There were just cries echoing in his mind.
Finally, Wang Ye bit his lip. Stimulated by the pain, he briefly regained consciousness, turned the steering wheel sharply, and narrowly missed the ghost's body before going around.
Wang Ye breathed a sigh of relief.
If he crashed into it, he really didn't know what the consequences would be.
Moreover, what power gave him the confidence to kill the ghost... Was it the psychological guidance triggered by the cry of the mourning ghost...
Wang Ye stepped on the accelerator fiercely, and the mail truck got farther and farther away from the mourning ghost.
The crying gradually became weaker and weaker until it disappeared.
Wang Ye seemed to have collapsed and sat slumped on the car seat.
If that ghost appears in Shangjing City...
He shuddered, the consequences unimaginable.
"The road ahead is probably not going to be easy."
Wang Ye gritted his teeth and his expression became serious. He knew that the guy just now was just an appetizer, and he would probably be more dangerous later on.
If a blood-red letter was delivered just by driving, then it would be too easy to get the reward.
…
"What?"
"okay, I get it."
Tianzhu Headquarters, 21st floor. Zhang Ziliang frowned slightly and hung up the phone in his hand, frowning deeply.
"What's wrong?"
Yang Chen looked at Zhang Ziliang's expression and asked with some confusion.
Zhang Ziliang was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "It's okay. By the way, how are those guys doing?"
"Most of the borers have left their jobs."
"Of those 12 superpowers... five are dead."
Yang Chen shrugged and said, his expression a little solemn.
He knew what price Zhang Ziliang paid in order to win over these 12 superpowers.
This is the trump card of the logistics department.
If five people died, it would be absolutely debilitating for Zhang Ziliang.
"I know, you go down first."
What surprised Yang Chen was that Zhang Ziliang didn't seem to care about it at all and just nodded lightly.
After a moment of silence, Yang Chen turned and left.
Zhang Ziliang, on the other hand, looked at a file on the table and fell into deep thought.
On the file, Wang Ye's name is written in the name column.
"This guy is becoming more and more mysterious."
Zhang Ziliang murmured slightly and sighed softly.
…
On the other side, Wang Ye's expression was full of solemnity.
Unknowingly, the car...
Driving into a cemetery.
In the cemetery, old tombstones stand quietly.
What makes Wang Ye feel incredible is that the shapes and styles of all the tombstones are almost exactly the same as those in suburban cemeteries.
"Damn..."
"What the hell is going on!"
Wang Ye cursed secretly and sped up.
The next second, Wang Ye's pupils shrank violently.
A wooden house with a faint candlelight appeared in his sight.
This cabin...
Exactly the same as the one in the suburban cemetery!
Inside the wooden house, there was a figure with his back to the window and his body slightly hunched over. He seemed to be a dying old man.
...
elder! ! ?
A chill instantly surged through Wang Ye's body.
