Looking at the expressionless and empty-eyed crowd around him, Wang Ye wiped the blood from his face.
"Now..."
"It's my turn!"
As he spoke, the fire ax continued to swing in Wang Ye's hand as if it was weightless.
One after another, heads fell to the ground with the swing of the fire axe. In just three minutes, there was no one standing within tens of meters around Wang Ye.
Underground, blood is everywhere...
The heads and heads looked at Wang Ye numbly with cold eyes, but without their bodies, they were helpless towards Wang Ye.
"die!"
"die!"
A series of cold voices sounded in his head, echoing in Wang Ye's ears.
Covered in blood and holding a fire ax, Wang Ye stood in the middle of the corpses, like a demon, full of murderous aura.
this moment...
He is more like a ghost than a ghost...
"Anymore..."
Wang Ye smiled ferociously, but his eyes were surprisingly calm.
Because his body had just been strengthened, he should have been out of breath long ago, but now he was in surprisingly good condition.
Obviously, this ghost can control dead bodies, so when the source of the ghost cannot be found, violence is the most efficient way.
If you had kind thoughts and thought that these people might still have a chance to be saved, then the person who died would be Wang Ye.
He knew this very clearly, so he acted swiftly and without hesitation.
At this time...
A young man ran over panting from a distance. His eyes lit up when he saw Wang Ye, and his eyes were full of joy: "Are you sent by the headquarters for support?"
"I am Zhang Han. The two of them are now haunted by ghosts and need rescue."
Zhang Han said excitedly.
Wang Ye turned around coldly and looked at Zhang Han, filled with a fierce murderous aura...
"Where are they?"
Looking at Zhang Han, Wang Ye said expressionlessly.
“It’s on the fourth floor!!!”
Zhang Han's voice was urgent and he looked a little anxious: "I will take you there. There is a person who looks exactly like me on the fourth floor mixed in among them. If we drag it on any longer, they will be in danger!"
With that said, Zhang Han took the lead and walked towards the stairs.
The next second...
The cold edge of the fire ax struck Zhang Han on the neck. He turned around in shock and looked at Wang Ye with eyes full of disbelief.
"Why..."
He seemed to have exhausted all his strength to say these three words, and then closed his eyes completely.
Wang Ye silently took back the ax: "Seeing that I didn't even confirm my identity, I believed that I was from the headquarters."
"With four people with powers already dead, it's not surprising that the headquarters only sent me."
"Looking at the corpses lying on the ground, I am not surprised or surprised...Are you insulting my IQ?"
"at last..."
"Thank you for the directions."
Wang Ye looked at Zhang Han's body on the ground, picked up the bloody ax, and walked towards the fourth floor.
In the shopping mall, many people with stiff expressions and empty eyes automatically walked backwards following Wang Ye's pace.
this moment...
It seemed that even ghosts were frightened by the ferocious aura exuded by Wang Ye.
On the side, Zhang Han's body lying on the ground suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Wang Ye's back with malicious eyes.
The stairwell was empty, and in the quiet environment, only Wang Ye's footsteps echoed.
At the entrance to the stairwell on each floor, there was an expressionless man standing, looking at Wang Ye silently.
Wang Ye seemed to turn a blind eye to this, and walked towards the fourth floor with an ax that was dripping blood.
Finally, looking at the stairwell, which showed the number plate for the fourth floor, and the crowd blocking the exit, Wang Ye raised the ax in his hand, with blood all over his face, and his whole body filled with murderous intent.
"Are you sure you still want to block me?"
As Wang Ye's figure fell, the crowd was silent for a few seconds, and then began to retreat backwards, giving way to the door.
Ah.
The ax drew a graceful arc in the air and was carried on Wang Ye's shoulders.
"Smart ghosts seem to be easier to solve."
With that said, Wang Ye walked out swaggeringly surrounded by countless stiff corpses.
No matter how cold the eyes of these corpses looked at me...
Wang Ye frowned slightly after wandering aimlessly on the fourth floor for a long time without finding the three superpowers.
"You won't let that ghost fool you."
"Looking at his performance just now, he shouldn't have such a high IQ."
Wang Ye couldn't help but murmur to himself in a low voice, and kept looking around, but these groups of corpses always stood not far from him, blocking his sight due to the large number of people.
"This ghost is really cowardly."
Wang Ye couldn't help but complain, looking at the corpse, he felt a little irritable: "Get away, or I will do it, don't you bother me."
"hehe..."
"die.."
"die.."
A group of stiff corpses had weird smiles on their faces. They looked at Wang Ye with empty eyes and made deep sounds at the same time.
One of the women's eyes fell out of their sockets due to excessive force and fell at Wang Ye's feet.
"It's really annoying."
Wang Ye frowned slightly, and fierce murderous aura suddenly burst out in his eyes. He raised the fire ax in his hand and attacked the group of corpses.
soon...
The scene on the first floor was replicated again.
These stiff corpses were extremely slow to move. To Wang Ye, it was like chopping melons and vegetables.
Slow?
wrong!
Wang Ye was instantly alert.
Zhang Han, the ghost impersonator just now, acted just like a normal person.
A hint of coldness flashed in Wang Ye's eyes.
Among the stiff corpses, a young, sexy woman had quietly come behind Wang Ye at some point. She raised her pale hands and touched Wang Ye's head.
Wang Ye felt a little cold on his neck, and a sense of threat spread throughout Wang Ye's body.
Danger!
Wang Ye's eyes were cold, he turned around without hesitation, and struck with an ax without hesitation.
The woman's head fell to the ground like a rubber ball, rolling continuously.
"Almost..."
"Almost..."
The woman revealed her deep gaze, staring at Wang Ye, full of resentment, and kept repeating.
And just after Wang Ye turned around, behind him, an old man's eyes suddenly became strange, his body became flexible, and he quietly raised his hands again, touching Wang Ye's head with a cold air.
"Again!"
Wang Ye relied on his strong intuition to swing the ax in his hand again, drawing a beautiful arc...
Blood flew everywhere.
Wang Ye's clothes were stained red with blood unknowingly.
Looking at the few remaining corpses, Wang Ye took two steps back, leaned against the wall, and breathed lightly.
