"My sacrifice in exchange for your return is not a loss!"
Liu Zheng looked at Wang Ye with firm eyes.
Wang Ye was silent for a moment and smiled bitterly: "This ghost is very coercive. People with poor physical functions can't even walk close to him."
"If you want to maintain action, you need at least three awakening levels of physical strength."
Listening to Wang Ye's words, Liu Zheng felt a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart.
It turns out that people like myself are not qualified to die for him.
A group of superpowers also fell silent, looking at Wang Ye with complicated eyes.
for a long time...
"Come back alive!!"
Liu Zheng's eyes were a little red, he took a deep look and bowed ninety degrees.
"Come back alive!!"
"Come back alive!!"
Countless superpowers and investigators looked at Wang Ye's upright back, took a deep breath, and bowed silently.
For some reason, there was a ripple in Wang Ye's cold heart.
He really didn't know whether his adventure was more about saving people or about getting benefits.
But at this moment...
These people make themselves feel that this action of risking life and death seems to have more meaning.
"Pretentious."
Wang Ye looked at everyone and smiled: "Let's go."
After speaking, Wang Ye reluctantly raised his other hand under pressure and waved it gently.
Then his eyes were full of determination, step by step, he left the safe zone and walked deeper into the wasteland.
Liu Zheng looked at Wang Ye's back, took a deep breath, and shouted: "Start the rescue, we can't live up to Wang Ye's sacrifice!"
Yes...
If you enter the depths of the wasteland, how can you come back alive...
A group of superpowers gritted their teeth, feeling weak for the first time, and rushed into Lin'an City, which was almost in ruins.
Rescue...
start.
…
Tian group headquarters.
21st floor.
Zhang Ziliang listened to the news from Lin'an City and hung up the phone in silence.
Inside the office.
Wang Qiang, Liu Qian and Yang Chen had faces full of joy.
Yes, all three of them... survived.
The survival rate is 70%, which is very high, but it is still fraught with the risk of death.
Especially Liu Qian, who had not awakened for the first time very long, and could barely control the energy in her body.
Seeing Zhang Ziliang's low mood, Yang Chen had a trace of doubt in his eyes: "What's wrong?"
"Wang Ye, alone, led the ghosts of Lin'an City into the depths of the wasteland."
Zhang Ziliang's voice was a little low and he spoke silently.
"What?"
Yang Chen's eyes were filled with surprise: "Wang Ye shouldn't have such a heroic character."
"hehe..."
“When looking at people, look at their hearts.”
Zhang Ziliang smiled softly, his hands under the table trembling slightly and looking a little pale.
But his face remained calm and he closed his eyes.
Yang Chen was silent.
Wang Qiang and Liu Qian's pupils shrank, they looked at each other and realized the seriousness of the problem.
Their team relies more on Wang Ye. If Wang Ye sacrifices...
Perhaps they don't even have the ability to protect themselves.
"Minister, if nothing happens, I'll leave first."
Wang Qiang gritted his teeth, looked at Zhang Ziliang and said.
Zhang Ziliang nodded slightly, Wang Qiang glanced at Liu Qian, and the two left quickly, with a slight sadness on their faces.
…
Wasteland.
Wang Ye didn't know how long he had been gone.
I can only feel that my body is full of stiffness, and I have to endure severe pain with every step I take.
What's even more terrifying is that as Wang Ye moves away...
Behind him, more and more ghosts were attracted by the red lanterns.
Countless ghosts followed him numbly, exuding terrifying pressure.
Under the increasing pressure, the muscles on his body were trembling slightly, and sweat kept flowing down.
gradually...
Wang Ye seemed to have lost consciousness and was just walking forward with inertia.
Blood beads gushed out along the pores of his skin, staining his clothes.
In the dangerous wasteland, Wang Ye is like a guide, leading many ghosts and moving forward.
even...
Under the impact of this cold atmosphere.
The life in his body was getting less and less.
At first glance, it seems that Wang Ye at the front looks like a ghost.
…
Time passed unknowingly, and Wang Ye walked forward in a daze and numbness. His skin was covered with blood, and his eyes were sunken deeply into his sockets.
Countless ghosts joined the team, looking at the blood-red lanterns with fascination.
finally...
Wang Ye lost his strength and fell heavily to the ground.
The lantern was rolling on the ground, and the candle inside flickered on and off.
behind...
Countless ghost figures flashed and twisted uneasily.
The paper money stuck to the eyes of that half of the body was shaking continuously.
Suddenly, Wang Ye regained his last bit of consciousness, gritted his teeth, and picked up the lantern again. The ghost behind him became quiet again.
not far away...
A dilapidated thatched house stood.
Wang Ye used all his strength to rush to the thatched house, hung the lantern on the door handle, and then backed away crazily.
Many ghosts silently surrounded the thatched house and stood quietly.
"The post office belongs to your uncle. If you don't let the mail truck come here, I will die."
Wang Ye rarely spoke dirty words and collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.
You can see that there seems to be a flickering figure inside the hut, and then the door opens...
The lantern fell heavily to the ground, and the little candlelight left inside was completely extinguished.
In an instant, the coercion emanating from countless ghosts reached its peak.
In the void, a mail truck appeared next to Wang Ye. Looking at the group of rampaging ghosts, Wang Ye drained the last bit of energy from his body, opened the door and sat in, barely closing the door, and was completely trapped. In coma.
The mail truck's engine roared.
Without a driver, it hides in the void and drives away.
But the direction he left was not to Beijing.
But...
Deeper in the wasteland.
Of course, these were things that Wang Ye, who was in a coma, didn't know.
Cottages...
A ghostly figure of a young man with a little blood on the corner of his mouth appeared at the door, with some doubts in his eyes.
The next second, countless ghosts roared angrily and rushed towards the young man...
In his puzzled eyes, he was attacked by a group of ghosts no weaker than him, venting his anger.
for a long time...
Many ghosts turned and left.
The paper money on the half-broken body finally slowly fell to the ground. The eyeballs on his stomach were filled with resentment and resentment, and he turned around and left.
And on the ground...
The ghost of the young man was torn apart.
The broken stumps kept twisting and slowly splicing together.
And the mail truck...
Go deeper into the wasteland, farther and farther.
