"As long as I live, no one can touch the people in my logistics department!"
Zhang Ziliang stared at the two of them like a ferocious beast.
"I used to be patient!"
"I consider interests!"
"I think as long as I can save more people, I don't care how many people die!"
"But, Wang Ye taught me a truth."
"There is no absolute rationality. If you live towards death, as long as you try your best, a miracle may happen."
"He did it!"
"And I, this loser hiding behind, can't even protect his family's fortune, how can I live with dignity!"
A terrifying aura erupted from Zhang Ziliang's body, and majestic pressure swept across the entire office.
Su Changqing and Wen Hua's expressions changed, and they hurriedly took two steps back, looking at Zhang Ziliang in surprise.
"Are you...also a person with superpowers?"
Looking at the light on Zhang Ziliang's forehead and arms, Wen Hua narrowed his eyes slightly.
"hehe..."
Zhang Ziliang didn't speak, just looked at the two people with a sneer.
Su Changqing shook his head slightly: "It's useless. At this time, no matter what you do, you won't be able to make any difference."
"Following the general trend is the right way."
As he said that, he sighed softly: "Actually... I admire you quite a bit."
As the voice fell, he turned and left.
Wen Hua looked at Zhang Ziliang, his little eyes flickering slightly, not knowing what he was thinking. After a long time, he smiled and left as well.
Wait until the two of them leave.
The pressure on Zhang Ziliang gradually dissipated.
He silently walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked out the window. At this moment, he was like an old man in his twilight years.
…
Wasteland.
Wang Ye gradually opened his eyes, feeling the pain in his head, and frowned slightly.
Feeling the disharmony in his body, he subconsciously looked around.
"Sure enough, won't the post office just watch me die?"
Wang Ye shook his head slightly and whispered to himself.
In this operation, his biggest trump card was not Xiaosi or Mao Yongan, but the post office.
He didn't know if there were other ghost workers at the post office, at least he hadn't seen them or heard of them.
But he believed that the post office would not give up on him easily.
At least, the post office invested a lot of resources in him, maybe... in the eyes of the post office, these resources are just a drop in the bucket.
but...
The bet was won.
"It's almost time to go to Beijing."
Wang Ye looked at the navigation system on the mail car, and his originally relaxed expression suddenly turned serious.
"Are you playing with me?"
He looked around hurriedly, his pupils shrinking suddenly!
Deep in the wasteland!
Depend on!
Wang Ye cursed secretly, wondering what the post office was doing.
Soon, his eyes fell on the center console of the mail truck, where an envelope almost stained red with blood lay quietly.
Next to the envelope, there was a familiar note.
"None of the donkeys in the production team are so diligent!"
Wang Ye instantly understood what the post office meant, couldn't help but complain, and then picked up the note.
'Address: Xiao'an Temple. '
'Task: Send the letter to the Buddha statue in the main hall, light an incense stick, and leave after the incense goes out. '
'Reward: marrow cleansing. '
Looking at the note, the corners of Wang Ye's mouth twitched slightly.
really...
You can tell by looking at the red envelope that this task is not easy.
Before, I only needed to send letters, but this time there are other requirements...
He didn't believe that the post office's usual style could safely allow him to spend a stick of incense.
but...
The mission reward is Marrow Cleansing.
The strength of my body now will probably be even stronger after it evolves again.
Wang Ye took a deep breath, looked at the self-driving mail truck, and his face darkened again!
This mail truck can drive itself. Why didn’t it do this last time?
Thinking about it, he hurriedly began to close his eyes and rest his mind. Otherwise, with his current physical condition, let alone completing the task, he might not be able to walk.
Vaguely, streams of blood rose from the mail truck and were continuously transmitted into Wang Ye's body.
And his breath became more and more stable, and his body functions recovered at an extremely fast speed.
…
Suburban cemetery.
Li Hongtian silently absorbed the mist coming from Tomb No. 5, his skin became paler and there was a bit of pain in his eyes.
The fog mysteriously disappeared.
Li Hongtian slumped on the ground, panting heavily, looking at the tombstone with a cold look in his eyes.
"What are you still insisting on?"
"This is your fate. If you continue, you will not have no chance."
"Are you afraid?"
A gentle smile appeared on Li Hongtian's pale face, and he looked at the tombstone and said lightly.
An angry roar came from the bottom of the tombstone, and the tombstone shook violently.
After a long time...
The mist rose again from the base of the tombstone.
"now it's right..."
"After all, it's hard to tell the ending now, isn't it?"
The smile on Li Hongtian's face grew stronger, he breathed in the mist and closed his eyes again.
for a long time...
As the fog disappeared, Li Hongtian gradually opened his eyes, silently felt the changes in his body, and stood up.
"I'll come back in three days."
After saying that, ignoring the trembling of the tombstone, Li Hongtian turned around and left with his backpack on his back.
When he arrived at the wooden house, Li Hongtian's pupils shrank suddenly and he took two steps back warily.
In the originally empty wooden house, an old man appeared at some point.
The old man was sitting on a chair, and a candle was lit on the table even during the day.
The candlelight flickered slightly, and the old man slowly raised his head, looking at Li Hongtian faintly with his old face.
Li Hongtian groaned, spit out a mouthful of blood, and quickly retreated.
The old man didn't make any move, he just watched Li Hongtian's leaving figure silently, and then his cloudy eyes slowly closed as if he was about to fall asleep.
…
The mail truck gradually stopped.
And Wang Ye opened his eyes.
His body had almost recovered. Wang Ye moved slightly and looked around through the car window.
There was still a bit of ghost fog around, and the sky was a little dark.
Not far from the car, there is a temple.
The temple is not big. From a distance, it seems that there are only a few courtyards, and the temple door is open.
The surroundings were exceptionally quiet.
Wang Ye took a deep breath, opened the car door, got off the mail truck, walked slowly to the temple door, and looked inside warily.
The courtyard seemed to be filled with dust because no one had cleaned it for a long time.
In the middle of the courtyard, there is an old tree, which is somewhat dry.
And on the branches of the old tree, corpses hung one after another.
The corpse was dressed in monk's robes, with an ashen complexion and a somewhat dry body.
Wang Ye's eyes flickered slightly, holding the blood-red letter in his hand, he stepped in.
In an instant, the temple door automatically closed silently with a slight sound without any wind.
Wang Ye suddenly looked at the temple door behind him, remained silent for a long time, and walked deeper again.
On the old tree, there were corpses hanging one after another, with vague smiles on their faces, and their eyes seemed to be looking at Wang Ye's back.
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