Looking at the old man in the wooden house with his back turned to him, Wang Ye felt a chill coming out of his body.
Could it be the one from the suburban cemetery?
How could he appear here!
In an instant, Wang Ye's understanding of the world collapsed.
Is this old guy a human or a ghost?
If it's a ghost, why didn't anyone kill anyone in Shangjing City?
But if it's a human...
This place is already deep in the wasteland. How can people survive in such a ghost place!
Countless doubts filled Wang Ye's mind.
The mail truck, on the other hand, was still driving far away. It took a full twenty minutes before it left the cemetery.
Wang Ye, who had been calculating in his heart, his eyes were full of shock.
This cemetery...
It's ten miles away!
If this ten-mile cemetery is the same as the suburban cemetery where ghosts are buried...
Wang Ye couldn't imagine it.
Great horror...
As the mail truck left, the wooden door of the wooden house slowly opened.
An old man, holding a candle in his hand, stood at the door at some point, silently watching the direction in which Wang Ye left.
for a long time...
A strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth.
If Wang Ye were still here, he would definitely find to his horror that this old man was the one who looked at him in the cemetery on the outskirts of the city before.
According to navigation, Wang Ye is still a full third of the way to his destination.
Wang Ye couldn't imagine whether he would still be alive to send this letter.
This mysterious mail truck could no longer bring him any sense of security.
In the dark wasteland, a peaceful ancient house emerged in the distance. The ancient house was covered with white cloths, as if someone had died in the ancient house.
"Ancient house!"
Wang Ye looked at it with some solemnity. Suddenly, the boning knife strapped to his leg, which had always been very stable, emitted a strange cold air...
as well as...
Deep resentment.
Yes, resentment. Wang Ye could intuitively feel the resentment coming from the boning knife.
"It's the ancient house in the Eviscerating Knife's memory fragments!"
Wang Ye instantly recalled the memory fragments that flashed through his mind when he just picked up the boning knife in 404.
Among them, the owner of the boning knife once used this boning knife to remove the meat from a head in an ancient house.
But he couldn't remember some of the more scenes.
Feeling the abnormality of the boning knife, Wang Ye's brain kept running, trying to recall the scene at that time...
Suddenly, Wang Ye froze, his face turned pale, and a drop of cold sweat flowed down from his temples.
The human head that was placed in a basin and cut with a boning knife...
The face...seems to be his own.
Wang Ye shuddered, why...
Why did I feel that this scene was normal when I saw it at that time, and I didn't notice this abnormality at all!
With his own vigilance, how could he possibly make such a mistake.
Wang Ye kept echoing in his mind.
And the mysterious old house gradually fell behind as the mail truck left.
At some point, the door of the ancient house gently opened a gap, and an eye was pressed tightly against the gap, looking sinisterly at the direction in which the mail truck was leaving.
…
Wang Ye still kept thinking about what happened in the ancient house. For the first time, he became a little doubtful about himself.
"Damn, people are dying and birds are flying to the sky!"
After a long time, Wang Ye slammed the steering wheel, cursed secretly, and readjusted his mentality.
Fortunately...
This stretch of road never happened again...
Before Wang Ye could breathe a sigh of relief, suddenly, a strange red stage appeared in front of Wang Ye.
A woman in costume, with heavy theatrical makeup on her face, stood on the stage, humming softly.
Below the stage, a group of ghosts who were either headless or with mutilated bodies, but exuding a terrifying aura, sat on chairs and listened attentively.
Faintly, the sound of opera reached Wang Ye's ears through the car window. Wang Ye couldn't help but be fascinated. He subconsciously wanted to stop the car and sit on a chair under the stage.
With the last bit of consciousness in his heart, Wang Ye bit his tongue hard, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Under the severe pain, Wang Ye regained consciousness and was full of fear.
This weird sound was full of temptation, and it was countless times more terrifying than the mourning ghost before.
Wang Ye retracted his hand that had touched the car door and did not dare to look at the stage again.
And this time...
In the distant sky, a terrifying hand floated over.
Wisps of black energy continued to rage in his hands, full of fear. Wang Ye just glanced at them, his face turned pale, and his heartbeat continued to accelerate.
From the eye sockets, streams of blood flowed out.
Then, this terrifying severed hand floated to the top of the stage and patted it gently.
The woman on the stage disappeared strangely, as if she had never appeared, while the ghost sitting under the stage was slapped to the ground hard.
The violent noise shook the mail truck and kept shaking. Wang Ye looked at the scene through the rearview mirror and spit out a stream of blood mist from his mouth.
Just one glance almost cost him his life.
Wang Ye's heart suddenly jumped up, and he stepped on the accelerator crazily, and the mail truck passed by at a very fast speed.
Soon, the severed hand disappeared from Wang Ye's sight.
Broken hand...
"Broken hand!"
For some reason, Wang Ye's mind flashed to the cross-stitch hanging on the wall of the living room in Room 404.
But although the severed hand above is strange, it is not as terrifying as this hand.
It seems to have only form and no spirit.
but...
First the suburban cemetery, then the mysterious 404...
In the seemingly safe Shangjing City, these two ordinary places are closely related to the wasteland.
It seems that everything is not that simple.
"Damn it, what kind of existence is this post office?"
Wang Ye couldn't help but curse in a low voice. These seemingly independent entities were strangely connected by the mysterious post office.
finally...
The rest of the way, nothing unusual happened, it was extremely quiet.
"Have they all been solved by that hand..."
Wang Ye couldn't be sure. Looking at the navigation, it was less than 500 meters away. Wang Ye couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally, he arrived at the location alive.
Not far away, an ordinary-looking house appeared in Wang Ye's sight.
There are some old blue bricks and a slightly broken door.
Outside the gate, two stone statues are placed on both sides. The only difference from traditional door carvings is that these two statues look like two children, full of weirdness.
In front of the house, there is a flower garden.
It's hard to imagine what kind of existence there is in the depths of this terrifying wasteland, with such leisurely elegance.
The mail truck slowly stopped at the door of the house.
Wang Ye sat in the car and looked around cautiously.
The task prompt says... Send the letter to the first person you see.
But he didn't say he was getting off.
This car is already Wang Ye's biggest guarantee at present.
Unexpected...
Through the reversing mirror, Wang Ye discovered that at some point, a middle-aged man was standing next to his car with a smile on his face, looking at him quietly.
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