"Life is so boring."
"Is this the legendary master's loneliness?"
"well."
"it's all my fault."
Wang Ye stood on the rooftop of a building, looking at the Wuyang Wuyang ghost group below, raising their heads, looking at him and roaring, and couldn't help but sigh.
Beside him were a lot of tattered supernatural objects.
"Maybe, if I wasn't so strong, they wouldn't..."
"Fuck."
"Don't come up, come on, come on!"
"Help!"
Seeing a group of ghosts led by three Bodhisattva-level powerful ghosts charging toward the rooftop as if they were desperate for their lives, Wang Ye couldn't help but curse, soar into the sky, and flee away into the distance.
The ghosts chased Wang Ye in the direction of his escape without hesitation.
The speed is equally dissatisfying.
The area is hundreds of miles in radius, filled with ghostly energy.
It can be said that... wherever Wang Ye is, it is an absolute restricted area.
It's even more terrifying than a real forbidden area in the wasteland.
Even some investigators traveling in the wasteland knew that Boss Wang was definitely causing trouble again without even getting close.
But this also made them a little sad.
It turns out that no matter how strong you are, you will still be chased by ghosts in the wasteland.
…
"I swear, from today on, I will never be chased...chased...by ghosts...What the hell, are you done?"
Wang Ye found a relatively quiet place and was breathing heavily, gritting his teeth and swearing secretly. But before he finished speaking, he saw ghosts chasing Wang Ye from a distance.
This chase battle lasted for three days.
The battlefields he has experienced include the entire southeastern region of the wasteland, and he was even regarded as a god by the investigators of the Tianzhu.
Until Wang Ye completely shook off those guys, took a break and frowned slightly: "The strength improved so slowly this time."
"It seems this method is not effective."
In three days, the energy only increased by one thousandth. Isn't this a joke?
At this rate, let alone four eternal nights.
Forty times of eternal night, I can't kill the king, my ancestor.
Of course, if other Buddhas heard what he said, they would probably chop them with a knife without hesitation. Versailles did not talk like this.
"Is there still ghost energy?"
Wang Ye seemed to feel something, and stood up from the ground, holding the ghost knife in his hand and looking into the distance.
until...
"The courier is here again..."
After seeing the person clearly, Wang Ye couldn't help but mutter a few words and took back the knife in his hand, looking forward to it.
If the world is described as a chessboard.
Those living beings are just chess pieces.
Everyone is doing what they should do step by step.
And Yang Chen is like starting the rhythm on this deathly silent chessboard. Every time he appears, it means that some new disturbance will be set off, causing the chessboard to be shaken again.
"I wonder if he was late this time."
Seeing Yang Chen getting closer and closer to him, Wang Ye murmured to himself.
However, it seems that this guy must have been busy recently, and the pockets of his clothes are obviously worn and dirty.
It was obvious that he kept taking out the note and taking it back again, causing some wrinkles in the pocket.
It's a pity that this guy has a special collecting habit, and he has to take the note back every time. Otherwise, he can judge Zhang Ziliang's layout by whether his pockets are bulging or not.
As he continued to deliver letters, Yang Chen became more and more proficient.
He accurately took out a piece of paper from the pocket marked 'The second year of three eternal nights, exclusive to Wang Ye', handed it to Wang Ye, and then stood next to Wang Ye, waiting quietly.
Wang Ye looked at the note, his originally relaxed expression gradually turned serious, his brows furrowed deeply, with a bit of disbelief.
finally.
Wang Ye breathed a sigh of relief and returned the note to Yang Chen in a very sensible manner.
Yang Chen, on the other hand, remained silent, carefully put away the note, turned and left.
The two seemed to have a good rapport.
Even Wang Ye sometimes has a very strange feeling.
Remember...
In the beginning, he did the job of delivering letters by himself, as a ghost messenger from the underworld, and as an ambassador. But now that he doesn't do it anymore, Yang Chen has picked up this job and does it better than himself. He is like a model worker.
Even Wang Ye had to admit...
The quality is also higher than mine.
I was very busy at the time, escaping from death time and time again.
What about this guy...
Every time I send a letter, I always look like this.
Three hundred and sixty lines, you will be the number one scholar in every line.
With emotion, Wang Ye kept thinking about the meaning of Zhang Ziliang's note.
'Scavenger City is an enemy, not a friend. '
'At the critical moment, find a way to compromise its strength in advance and have an undercover agent. '
Just two short sentences.
The key point is that this note looks very confusing. It is completely conceivable that Zhang Ziliang could notice the Scavenger City.
After all, after the old fox stabilized the Tian group, he had already focused all his attention on the entire wasteland, and the pattern opened up instantly.
The Scavenger City is naturally a hurdle that cannot be bypassed.
After all, Zhang Ziliang had arranged a hospital in the Scavenger City, so he had his own spies.
But enemies are never friends...
At first, Wang Ye even doubted whether this was Zhang Ziliang's secret chess piece, but now it seems that it is obviously not the case.
What shocked Wang Ye the most were the last two paragraphs.
The loss of strength means that he does not believe that Wang Ye's strength can destroy the Scavenger City, but it is easier to understand when he thinks that when the old fox died, he was only in the Bodhisattva state.
But undercover...
This guy, is there an undercover agent in the Scavenger City?
And the one who can make Zhang Ziliang mention it alone is definitely one of the senior officials.
Then this is not simple.
really...
The old fox is still the same old fox.
It is easiest for people to relax their vigilance when they are laid by dead people. Maybe one day, no one will think that the old fox will suddenly deal them a cruel blow.
But Wang Ye firmly believed in this.
After all, considering how evil the old fox is, it would not be Zhang Ziliang if he did not make the most perfect use of his own death after knowing his confirmed death date.
"It seems... we need to visit the Scavenger City more often."
"Why do I feel so comfortable after knowing that I am not going to rob, but just carrying out the mission above board."
"I, the justice in the world, Wang Ye!"
"Never rob!"
With bold words and ambitions, Wang Ye stood up suddenly, his eyes fell in the direction of the Scavenger City, and soared into the sky.
"No matter what your plans are, I will dismantle your base camp first!"
Wang Ye was like the purest reckless man, without his own brains. He was like a bandit crossing the border, leading a large group of ghosts and galloping away, exuding ghostly aura.
