Ten Miles of Graves

Wasteland.

As the Mail Truck drove on, Wang Ye left the city farther and farther behind.

The entire Wasteland was shrouded in the Ghost Domain, filled with gloom and terror.

Vaguely, he could make out some Scavengers carefully digging at the ground.

But none of the Scavengers were in groups.

Wang Ye understood this well.

Scavengers don't team up.

It was an unspoken rule.

In the Wasteland, the odds of encountering a ghost were extremely high—in fact, if you wandered around for a day without seeing one, that would be the real rarity.

If you ran into a normal ghost, it wasn't so bad; some would die, but others could survive.

But if it was the kind that could possess a person...

That was a disaster for the whole team.

Death wasn't scary to Scavengers—risk and reward went hand in hand. Every Scavenger who left the city had already accepted the possibility of dying.

But.

Wealth stirs the heart.

In the eyes of desperados, if they found a treasure, they'd dare to kill even the Jade Emperor himself.

Gradually, the rule of not teaming up became an unspoken understanding among everyone.

Looking at the occasional Scavenger he spotted, Wang Ye fell silent.

In his past life, after realizing he couldn't awaken an ability, he once considered becoming a Scavenger outside the city, hoping to find his own path.

If he hadn't died in that Supernatural Incident, he probably would've been one of them.

Watching the scenery outside the window, Scavengers occasionally fell into Supernatural Incidents, but strangely, all the ghosts seemed to keep their distance from his Mail Truck.

At first, Wang Ye simply thought the ghosts couldn't see his vehicle.

But as time passed, he noticed that most ghosts actively avoided his path.

For example, a legless ghost crawling on its hands, upon spotting his Mail Truck from afar, eerily veered off his route.

"They're... afraid of this Mail Truck?"

Wang Ye pondered.

The truck drove on, and after about an hour, it had completely left the city behind—even the Scavengers were nowhere to be seen.

After all, most Scavengers only dared to linger near the city; the depths of the Wasteland were too dangerous.

The mysterious Mail Truck silently wove through the crowd of ghosts. Wang Ye's initial tension gradually eased.

After seeing so much, he'd grown numb to it.

But he also gained a deeper understanding of the Wasteland.

The Wasteland was far more terrifying than he'd imagined.

If the Wasteland was this horrifying, then what kind of nightmare must the so-called Forbidden Zone be?

And...

How were the Forbidden Zones discovered in the first place? What kind of monstrous being could cross the Wasteland, reach the Forbidden Zone, and come back alive?

At that moment, Wang Ye humbly realized that in his past life, he was ultimately just a small-time nobody.

Perhaps...

His purpose was simply to spread hope to ordinary people.

Suddenly, Wang Ye's pupils sharply contracted.

On the road ahead, a Mourning Ghost knelt on the ground, a brazier placed before it.

The ghost let out a wailing cry.

That cry... could even penetrate the Mail Truck and seep into Wang Ye's mind.

In an instant, Wang Ye's eyes turned blood-red, and bloody tears dripped endlessly from his eyes.

This cry... was countless times more powerful than the one at Candy Playground.

Wang Ye felt his body rapidly weaken, as if he might die at any moment.

"Damn it, I knew that blood-colored letter wouldn't be easy!"

Wang Ye cursed under his breath, stomping on the accelerator. But the mourning ghost ahead seemed completely unfazed, still tossing paper money into the brazier.

Only its cries grew louder.

Blood tears streamed down Wang Ye's face, and his complexion grew paler.

Run it over, or take a detour?

Wang Ye's mind churned with inner conflict, his thoughts spiraling into chaos as the weeping sound echoed relentlessly in his head.

Finally, he bit his lip. The sharp pain jolted him back to clarity for a brief moment, and he wrenched the steering wheel hard, swerving past the ghost by a hair's breadth.

Wang Ye let out a breath.

If he'd hit it, he had no idea what the consequences would be.

And what force had given him the confidence to think he could run that ghost over? Was it the psychological manipulation from the Weeping Ghost's cries?

Wang Ye floored the accelerator. The mail truck pulled farther and farther away from the Weeping Ghost.

The crying faded, growing weaker until it vanished.

Wang Ye slumped into the driver's seat, feeling as if he'd been drained dry.

If that ghost showed up in Shangjing City...

He shuddered. The consequences were unthinkable.

"The road ahead's probably not going to be easy."

He gritted his teeth, his expression turning grim. He knew that thing just now was only an appetizer—things would likely get far more dangerous later.

If delivering a Blood-Red Letter only required some driving, then the reward would be way too easy to claim.

"What?"

"Alright, I understand."

On the 21st floor of Heavenly Group Headquarters, Zhang Ziliang furrowed his brow as he hung up the phone, his frown deepening.

"What's wrong?"

Yang Chen looked at Zhang Ziliang's expression and asked, puzzled.

Zhang Ziliang paused, then shook his head. "Nothing. By the way, how are those guys doing?"

"Most of the deadweight have already quit."

"As for those twelve Superhumans... five of them are dead."

Yang Chen shrugged as he spoke, his expression grave.

He knew what kind of price Zhang Ziliang had paid to recruit those twelve Superhumans in the first place.

They were the Logistics Department's trump card.

Losing five of them would be a crippling blow to Zhang Ziliang.

"Got it. You can go now."

To Yang Chen's surprise, Zhang Ziliang seemed completely unfazed, merely nodding lightly.

After a moment of silence, Yang Chen turned and left.

Zhang Ziliang, meanwhile, stared at a file on his desk, lost in thought.

On the file, under the name column, was written: Wang Ye.

"This guy... he's getting more and more mysterious."

Zhang Ziliang murmured softly, letting out a quiet sigh.

On the other side, Wang Ye's face was heavy with tension.

Without realizing it, the truck

had driven into a cemetery.

Inside the cemetery, rows of old tombstones stood silently.

What struck Wang Ye as unbelievable was that every single tombstone's shape and style was almost identical to those in the Suburban Cemetery.

"Damn it."

"What the hell is going on?"

Wang Ye cursed under his breath and sped up.

The next second, his pupils violently contracted.

A wooden cabin, faintly lit by candlelight, appeared in his line of sight.

That cabin...

It was exactly the same as the one in the Suburban Cemetery!

Inside the cabin, a figure sat with its back to the window, hunched slightly, like an old man on the verge of death.

An old man!?

A chill surged through Wang Ye's entire body.