The hemp rope drew a strange arc in the air and wrapped around 'Wang Ye'.
'Wang Ye''s eyes were empty, and he allowed the hemp rope to be tied to his body without any intention of resisting.
As the hemp rope was wound layer by layer, 'Wang Ye' seemed not to be affected at all, still looking at Wang Ye with empty eyes.
"Isn't it a ghost?"
Wang Ye frowned slightly. The hemp rope can bind and suppress the existence of ghosts, but it has no effect on other things.
at this time...
'Wang Ye', who was tied up with hemp rope, had a stiff face that was a little distorted, and then he struggled to make a smiling expression towards Wang Ye.
Immediately afterwards, his body spontaneously ignited strangely, and a thick corpse smell filled Wang Ye's room.
Wang Ye had a vigilant look on his face and subconsciously took a few steps back, but his eyes were still fixed on the figure who looked exactly like himself.
for a long time...
'Wang Ye' was burned by the fire and turned into ashes.
Smelling the unpleasant smell of corpses, Wang Ye frowned slightly and opened the window. The smell soon dissipated from the room. Wang Ye looked at the pile of ashes and fell into deep thought.
"Obviously, this ghost has plans to attack me."
"But after I discovered it, it spontaneously combusted."
"In other words, the thing that controls him knows that it can't deal with me and doesn't want me to get any clues?"
"Is that guy in the back a human or a ghost..."
If it were in the past, Wang Ye would directly judge that the guy controlling this ghost thing was a human being. After all, ghosts don't have thoughts.
But after just experiencing the journey to the wasteland, Wang Ye had a deeper understanding of the world.
perhaps...
In the deepest part of the wasteland, in the restricted area, those ghosts are no longer any different from humans.
After cleaning up the ashes, Wang Ye's phone rang.
Looking at the number, Wang Ye frowned slightly and answered.
"Minister Zhang, is something wrong?"
Wang Ye pressed his temples tiredly and said.
A whole day's trip to the wasteland had kept Wang Ye's spirit in a state of tension. After returning home and experiencing such an incident, his mental state was a little bad.
"Has the ghost in the house been solved?"
Zhang Ziliang's calm voice rang on the phone.
Wang Ye's expression gradually became serious: "How did you know?"
"If I don't have this intelligence capability, why should I do anything... After all, I am also a minister, right?"
There was no show off in Zhang Ziliang's voice, as if he was just describing a fact.
Old fox!
Wang Ye cursed secretly in his heart. Sure enough, none of these ministers were simple.
Knowing that there is a problem in his room without even a reminder, it should be a way to test his strength.
If you don't solve it yourself, you will die.
"Thank you for your concern, Minister Zhang." Wang Ye said coldly.
On the other end of the phone, Zhang Ziliang frowned slightly as he listened to Wang Ye's voice.
The voice was strong and unhurt.
It doesn't look like it's particularly difficult to solve.
Thinking about it, Zhang Ziliang was silent for a moment: "Okay, let's talk about the business."
"Today, a fierce ghost in the wasteland broke in through the energy layer outside." Zhang Ziliang's voice was a little serious: "Currently, there are 7 people with powers still alive in the logistics department, and I have sent them all. "
"This incident has had a very serious impact. If it is resolved and we get a spot in the team, it shouldn't be a big problem."
Listening to Zhang Ziliang's words, Wang Ye's eyes flashed with thoughts. After a long silence, he said with a smile: "So, do you need me to tell the truth?"
"Of course, it will be difficult for the seven of them to solve this supernatural incident."
"So when the crisis comes, you need to take action."
Zhang Ziliang's voice remained calm, as if he was just narrating normally.
But Wang Ye's expression was a little solemn, with a hint of fear in his eyes: "In that case, why don't you let me go now."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time.
Zhang Ziliang's cold voice came faintly: "After all, only when people appear at their most desperate moments can they give people the brightest and most admirable image, right..."
"Even if a few people die for this?" Wang Ye said lightly.
"Yes, what I need is an elite A team, not a nursing home." Zhang Ziliang's voice was as cold as ever.
Wang Ye's hand holding the phone was a little pale. He was silent for a long time before nodding: "I understand."
After saying that, Wang Ye hung up the phone in his hand.
Looking at the three words Zhang Ziliang with notes on his phone, he fell into deep thought.
Was it really right for me to cooperate with this cold-blooded guy...
No one can give the answer, just like who knows that Zhang Ziliang, who is as happy as a child when something happens, is so cold inside.
Feeling his tired body, Wang Ye carefully put away the grimace vine.
My current mental state is not suitable for strengthening my body.
Then, Wang Ye carefully took out the three half-burned pieces of paper money, chose the one with the smallest burn marks, and carefully placed it on his hand.
Instantly a cold feeling spread throughout the body.
The hands gradually became numb, and the strange feeling that was out of place with other parts of the body disappeared.
His body, which had been weakening in a weak state, seemed to have eased with this cold feeling.
"Sure enough, it can prolong the decay of body functions..."
Wang Ye nodded with satisfaction and put the remaining two pieces back into the box.
Put two things in the hidden compartment of the room.
As for the stand-in doll, Wang Ye kept it close to him.
After all, this is life-saving stuff.
After handling everything, Wang Ye breathed a sigh of relief, finally couldn't bear the mental fatigue and fell into a deep sleep.
gradually...
The sun sets.
Late at night.
Along with the cold breath, the wooden door strangely appeared in the living room again.
Wang Ye's eyes opened almost at the same time as the wooden door appeared.
"Finally the harvest season has arrived..."
Wang Ye pushed open the wooden door and walked in.
What was different from usual was that the moment he entered the post office, a surge of energy instantly poured into Wang Ye's body.
Stimulated by the severe pain, Wang Ye instantly fell to the ground.
Blood beads kept pouring out from Wang Ye's body, dyeing his clothes blood red.
Wang Ye's face turned pale and he couldn't help but growl.
Along with blood drops, his skin continued to break with horrific wounds...
