"By the way, are you so afraid of ghost swords?"
"You also said that after he cuts you, there will be some unexpected effect?"
"I'm getting really curious."
Wang Ye wiped the tip of the knife gracefully and aimed at the white-skinned monkey.
"Brother, don't make trouble, people will die."
"You must put the knife away!"
The white-skinned monkey was holding the plate and kept walking backwards.
"When the ghost sword comes out, there must be blood."
"You're making things difficult for me."
Wang Ye looked like he had a headache.
The white-skinned monkey's body became more and more stiff: "It suddenly occurred to me that there seems to be a secret place on the roof of Building 4 in Qinyuan Community!"
Wang Ye stopped.
Put the knife away.
"Brother, how could I hurt you."
"After all...you are my friend!"
Wang Ye said something sincerely, put away the tray in the monkey's hand, turned and left.
The white-skinned monkey sat slumped on the ground, not knowing what he was thinking.
After a while.
The Yin Qi in the post office continued to vibrate, forming a line of text in the air: "Why?"
"It's time to speed up."
The white-skinned monkey stretched out and looked very leisurely: "I have been pressing this ancestor for several days, and my waist is sore."
After saying that, it fell down on the wooden bed that Wang Ye had occupied for a long time, yawned and closed its eyes.
And the line of text in mid-air slowly disappeared.
Suddenly, a wisp of Yin Qi formed a whip and hit the white-skinned monkey.
The white-skinned monkey screamed, jumped up, looked above his head and cursed: "You still dare to hit me, just wait!"
The whip struck again.
The white-skinned monkey fled in panic inside the post office.
…
Return to the haunted house.
Wang Ye still has some expectations for the Wasteland Ghost Market.
only...
Not being allowed to wear a mask made Wang Ye very uncomfortable.
"Damn, there are so many ghosts in the wasteland, I don't believe it's such a coincidence!"
Wang Ye gritted his teeth and cursed, then stood up and left.
It seems quite sad.
The mail truck impatiently stopped at the door of the haunted house. When Wang Ye came out, the engine roared, as if he was urging something.
"..."
"Do you really want to see my joke?"
Wang Ye muttered, opened the car door and got in.
This time, Wang Ye didn't even need to start it. The mail truck started driving quickly on its own and disappeared into the gates of hell in the blink of an eye.
The entrance to grocery store No. 7.
I don’t know when, Mrs. Meng moved the rocking chair out again and sat at the door to bask in the sun.
Suddenly, she smiled.
"This little guy is as naughty as ever."
"Are you really not afraid that one day he will come to settle matters with you?"
But even though she said this, her smile was very bright, and there was a little expectation in her eyes.
…
The mail truck was like a wild horse running wild, galloping through the wasteland.
But this time the journey seemed particularly far away, and the sky was getting dark.
The surroundings became a little dark.
The mail truck drives into an abandoned city.
Much of the city is in ruins and cannot be used again.
Large areas of surrounding buildings collapsed.
However, one commercial street is very well preserved.
Ghosts were sitting on both sides of the street, looking a little dull, with items placed in front of them.
It really looks like ordinary people setting up a street stall.
Many ghosts walked blankly on the streets, stamping their feet from time to time, as if they were looking at something.
The most important thing is...
Every ghost here exudes a terrifying aura.
There will be few ghosts.
Most of them are half-kings.
You can even occasionally see a real king-level ghost passing by.
The mail truck stopped and the engine roared again, seeming to urge Wang Ye to get out of the car.
"Oh, have I ever been afraid?"
Wang Ye sat on the mail car and took a look from a distance.
They are all strangers.
He breathed a sigh of relief, then opened the door of the mail car and walked out. At the same time, he enveloped himself in a layer of gloom. At first glance, he looked no different from a ghost.
Sure enough, these ghosts turned a blind eye to Wang Ye's arrival.
Wang Ye found a corner and sat down, took out the huge post office tray, and threw it on the ground with a clang.
The supernatural objects above were shaken.
A dazzling array of items.
Dozens of high-quality supernatural items were placed on the ground, exuding strong ghost energy fluctuations.
For a while...
The whole street seemed to be still.
There is no way, compared to the pitiful things in front of other ghosts, Wang Ye's...
It's like being a nouveau riche.
The contrast is too obvious.
Soon, a ghost general twisted his neck stiffly, with only a trace of intelligence in his empty eyes that brought him to Wang Ye's stall.
Is the first customer coming so soon?
This is a thin, middle-aged appearance, half of his face is gone.
The chest was severely damaged, revealing a huge hole. The heart inside could be vaguely seen, but it was no longer beating.
Moreover, Wang Ye noticed that most of this guy's ghostly energy was centered around his right hand.
It can be clearly seen that his arm has been very hard after being continuously washed away by ghost energy, and can even be used directly as a weapon.
He lowered his head and seemed to be observing the items on the stall.
But soon, he turned around and prepared to leave.
Apparently...
None fit.
but...
He took two steps forward, but seemed to be standing still.
Wang Ye stood up at some point and grabbed the collar of its clothes with one hand.
It turned around stiffly, seeming confused and confused.
"Look again."
Wang Ye pointed to the items on the stall.
? ? ?
The ghost lowered his head subconsciously, took another look, and confirmed it again.
There really is nothing I want.
He was ready to leave again.
but...
Still standing still.
A dark chain was wrapped around his waist. At some point, Wang Ye took out the ghost knife and pointed at the items on the stall with the tip of the knife.
The ghost general's clumsy thinking seemed to finally come to his senses.
I picked the cheapest and smallest item and held it in my hand.
A stone that emits energy waves.
Looks pitiful.
He shook his withered arm to indicate that he had made his choice.
Wang Ye smiled friendly and pointed to its right hand.
He gestured to chop again.
Ghost General:? ? ?
Confused.
You want to exchange such a small piece of stone into my hand?
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