In Lin'an City.
Full of despair and wailing.
Bodies can be seen everywhere on the ground.
All the corpses were cut in half and divided into two halves.
On the streets, countless dead bodies turned into ghost slaves, walking stiffly and wandering on the streets.
There is a blood line on the waist of every ghost slave.
Some ghost slaves even dropped their upper body directly to the ground while walking.
Then, he used his arms to support himself and climbed back to his legs to pick himself back up.
Under all kinds of terror...
Lin'an City is like hell at this moment, with blood and energy soaring to the sky.
There were almost no pedestrians in sight on the streets, and everyone was hiding.
From time to time, people were discovered and screams were heard.
Soon after, the person who just died will become a new ghost slave, standing up again, constantly searching.
The strong, pungent smell of blood is nauseating.
car...
Stopped slowly.
The mail truck clearly conveys a feeling of resistance, not wanting to go deeper.
It seemed that the smell of blood would irritate the mail truck.
"Can't it be contaminated with blood..."
Wang Ye looked at the location of the mail truck's tires. The blood-stained areas were corroding the tires.
As Wang Ye and Xiaosi got out of the car, the mail truck started on its own, quickly moved away, and finally disappeared.
"Haha, even the escape route has disappeared?"
Wang Ye murmured to himself, silently took out the Ghost Sword and held it tightly.
Without the protection of the mail truck, all the ghost slaves wandering on the streets immediately focused on Wang Ye, and then controlled their stiff bodies and rushed towards Wang Ye.
A cold light flashed in Wang Ye's eyes, a sneer appeared, and he waved the knife in his hand ruthlessly.
With his current body function, this kind of movement can last for a whole day without feeling tired.
And as long as you don't control the ability of the Ghost Sword to use dismemberment, this sword is just like an ordinary long sword.
On the ground, blood flowed.
Wang Ye exuded a strong murderous aura and stepped lightly over the broken corpses on the ground.
In the shadow of the corner, a livid-skinned baby boy was lying on the ground, with only one eye protruding, looking at Wang Ye's back with resentment.
Then, the baby boy rushed out at an extremely fast speed and hit Wang Ye with his head.
Xiaosi, who had been expressionless and silently following Wang Ye, suddenly moved, stretched out his hand and pinched the baby boy's neck.
The baby boy still looked at Wang Ye with resentful eyes and kept waving his hands and feet.
"The speed and strength have undergone tremendous changes."
"A second-level ghost slave..."
Feeling the baby boy's previous speed, Wang Ye pondered slightly and murmured to himself.
His brows furrowed slightly.
Although such ghost slaves are still unable to cause harm to themselves, if there are too many, it will be very troublesome.
The point is...he's not sure if there are higher-level ghost slaves.
No matter how you guess, it is impossible to overestimate the city-slaughter level ghost.
Following Wang Ye's signal, Xiaosi broke the baby boy's neck with force, but the baby boy still stared at Wang Ye with resentful eyes.
"Do I need to destroy my head again..."
"Very bloody..."
With a slight sigh, Wang Ye raised his foot and stepped on the baby boy's head.
Skull shattered.
"When the second level ghost slave begins, his head will be destroyed."
"This ghost... is so strong."
Wang Ye's eyes flashed with solemnity, and he gently shook off the blood on the ghost sword.
More than ten ghost slaves on this street have all been eliminated.
At this time, the closed door of a store opened, and more than 10 people ran out with faces full of surprise.
"You are here to save us!"
"Take me out quickly, I don't want to die!"
Some people couldn't bear the tremendous pressure and burst into tears.
More people cheered.
"Shut up!" Wang Ye scolded with a cold face as a glimmer of coldness flashed in his eyes.
"Want to lure more ghost slaves out?"
"You want to die, I won't stop you."
Wang Ye looked at the few survivors indifferently: "I advise you, it is best to go back and hide. With luck, you may still survive."
With that said, Wang Ye turned around and prepared to leave.
"What do you mean!"
"Why don't you take us out of the city!"
"That's right, it's so close to the city gate!"
"Yes, yes, aren't you here to rescue us?"
Wang Ye stopped, turned his head, and looked at these people coldly, with a sneer on his lips: "Believe me, even this time, you are lucky enough to survive."
"But with your brains, you will still die within three years."
"In this world, it is better to seek help from others than from yourself."
With that said, Wang Ye took Xiao Si and turned around to leave.
Sudden...
A gunshot rang out behind him.
A bullet shot at Wang Ye's back. It was blocked by the ghost uniform and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
A middle-aged man was holding a pistol and pointing it at Wang Ye. The hand holding the gun was trembling.
Seeing that the bullet did not penetrate Wang Ye's body, his face was full of horror and disbelief.
Wang Ye looked at the man with an indifferent expression and said lightly: "Why?"
"You...you said, it is better to seek help from others than from yourself."
"Take me out, or else..."
"Otherwise I would still shoot. You must have a way to take me out!"
As he spoke, the middle-aged man swallowed hard, with a hint of resentment in his eyes, and his expression gradually turned crazy.
"Yes, we must be taken out."
"Or we will kill you!"
The other survivors' eyes were also full of ferocity, staring at Wang Ye.
"Ah..."
Wang Ye chuckled: "I learn quickly."
"I have said that it is better to seek help from others than from yourself. Now...I will teach you another truth."
"Saving yourself is not based on harming others, especially... people who are much stronger than you."
After saying that, Wang Ye disappeared from the spot in the next second and appeared in front of the middle-aged man, and his pistol appeared in Wang Ye's hand at some point.
"At the very least, you should have some popular knowledge about paranormal knowledge."
"Don't make any noise in dangerous situations, otherwise..."
"Ghosts will come for you."
Wang Ye sneered, twisted the gun into a ball of scrap metal and threw it on the ground. He looked at the horrified people indifferently and turned to leave.
Several people stood on the street, full of fear.
Shortly after Wang Ye disappeared... countless ghost slaves appeared on the streets.
Accompanied by shrill screams.
"Stupid people never live long."
Wang Ye sighed slightly, no longer exposed on the street, but constantly shuttled in the shadows.
Now...
He didn't even know where the ghost came from.
Unnecessary exposure on the street will only attract more stupid people, waste your time, and ruin their lives.
…
On the rooftop not far away, a cold gaze silently stared at Wang Ye, and then...
A figure slowly disappeared from the rooftop.
