Wasteland.
As the Mail Truck drove on, Wang Ye got farther and farther from the city.
The entire Wasteland was shrouded in a Ghost Domain, filled with gloom and terror.
He could faintly see Scavengers carefully digging for something in the soil.
Yet not a single Scavenger traveled in a team.
Wang Ye understood why.
Scavengers did not form teams.
It was an unwritten rule.
The chances of encountering ghosts in the Wasteland were extremely high. If you wandered outside for a day without encountering one, that would be the strange thing.
It was manageable if they encountered ordinary ones. A batch might die, but some would always survive.
But if they encountered the kind that could possess people—
That would be a disaster for the entire team.
Death was not frightening to Scavengers. After all, risks and opportunities went hand in hand. Every Scavenger had already prepared for death before leaving the city.
But—
Wealth stirred people's hearts.
In the eyes of desperate criminals, once they found a treasure, they would dare kill even the Emperor himself.
Gradually, the rule against forming teams had become an unspoken understanding among everyone.
Watching the occasional Scavenger he spotted, Wang Ye fell silent.
In his previous life, after learning that he could not awaken a superhuman ability, Wang Ye had once considered leaving the city to scavenge. Perhaps he could have found a path of his own.
If he had not died in that Supernatural Incident, he would probably have become one of these people.
As he watched the scenery outside the window, Scavengers occasionally became caught in Supernatural Incidents. Yet strangely, every ghost seemed to keep a respectful distance from his Mail Truck.
At first, Wang Ye had simply assumed that the ghosts could not see his vehicle.
But as time passed, he noticed that most ghosts seemed to actively avoid it.
For instance, a fellow with no legs, constantly crawling along the ground with both hands, had eerily moved off the Mail Truck's path after spotting it from afar.
"Are they... afraid of this Mail Truck?"
Wang Ye pondered thoughtfully.
The vehicle continued farther and farther away. Around an hour later, it had completely left the city behind, and even the Scavengers had vanished from sight.
After all, most Scavengers only dared wander near the city. The depths of the Wasteland were far too dangerous.
The mysterious Mail Truck silently weaved through the ghost horde. Wang Ye's tightly strung nerves gradually began to relax.
After all, once he had seen enough, he became numb to it.
But Wang Ye had also gained a deeper understanding of the Wasteland.
The Wasteland was clearly even more terrifying than he had imagined.
If the Wasteland was already this horrifying, then what kind of terrifying place was the so-called Forbidden Zone?
And—
How had the Forbidden Zones rumored in the outside world been discovered? What kind of terrifying person could cross the Wasteland, reach a Forbidden Zone, and return alive?
At that moment, Wang Ye humbly realized that in his previous life, he had ultimately been nothing more than a minor figure.
Perhaps—
His purpose had been to spread hope to ordinary people.
Suddenly, Wang Ye's pupils contracted sharply.
Right in the path ahead of him, a Mourning Ghost knelt on the ground with a brazier placed before it.
And the ghost let out wave after wave of sobbing.
Those sobs... even penetrated the Mail Truck and entered Wang Ye's mind.
In an instant, Wang Ye's eyes turned blood-red, and bloody tears continuously dripped from his eye sockets.
Those sobs... were countless times more powerful than the one at Candy Playground.
Wang Ye felt his body weaken instantly, as though he might die at any moment.
"Damn it, I knew the Blood-Red Letter wouldn't be this easy!"
Wang Ye cursed under his breath and slammed down on the accelerator. Yet the mourning ghost ahead seemed completely unaffected, still tossing Paper Money into the brazier.
Only, its sobbing grew louder and louder.
Bloody tears kept streaming from Wang Ye's eyes, and his face grew increasingly pale.
Should he hit it, or go around?
Wang Ye struggled inwardly, his mind falling into chaos as the sobbing endlessly echoed in his head.
Finally, Wang Ye bit his lip. The pain briefly restored his clarity, and he jerked the steering wheel, barely scraping past the ghost as he went around it.
Wang Ye let out a breath of relief.
If he had hit it, he truly had no idea what consequences would have followed.
Besides, what had given him the confidence that he could run that ghost over? Was it the psychological suggestion caused by the Weeping Ghost's crying?
Wang Ye stomped on the accelerator, and the Mail Truck pulled farther and farther away from the Weeping Ghost.
The sobbing gradually weakened until it disappeared.
Wang Ye slumped against the driver's seat as if completely drained.
If that ghost appeared in Shangjing City—
He shuddered. The consequences were unimaginable.
"The road ahead probably won't be easy."
Wang Ye gritted his teeth, his expression turning solemn. He knew that the thing just now had only been an appetizer. What came next would likely be even more perilous.
If delivering a Blood-Red Letter only required driving there, then the reward would be far too easy to obtain.
"What?"
"Alright, I understand."
On the twenty-first floor of Heavenly Group Headquarters, Zhang Ziliang hung up the phone in his hand with a slight frown, his brows knitting tightly.
"What is it?"
Yang Chen looked at Zhang Ziliang's expression and asked in confusion.
Zhang Ziliang paused before shaking his head. "Nothing. By the way, how are those people doing?"
"Most of the parasites have already resigned."
"Of those twelve Superhumans... five are dead."
Yang Chen shrugged as he spoke, his expression somewhat grave.
He knew what price Zhang Ziliang had paid to recruit those twelve Superhumans.
They were the Logistics Department's trump card.
With five dead, it was definitely a crippling loss for Zhang Ziliang.
"I understand. You can go now."
To Yang Chen's surprise, Zhang Ziliang seemed completely unconcerned. He merely nodded lightly.
After a moment of silence, Yang Chen turned and left.
Meanwhile, Zhang Ziliang stared at a file on the desk and fell into deep thought.
In the name column of the file was written Wang Ye's name.
"This guy is becoming more and more mysterious."
Zhang Ziliang murmured softly and let out a quiet sigh.
Elsewhere, Wang Ye's face was filled with gravity.
Without realizing it, the vehicle
had driven into a graveyard.
Within the graveyard, weathered tombstones stood silently one after another.
What Wang Ye found unbelievable was that every 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 accelerated.
The next second, Wang Ye's pupils shrank violently.
A wooden cabin faintly lit by candlelight appeared in his vision.
This wooden cabin—
Was exactly the same as the one in the Suburban Cemetery!
Inside the cabin, a figure stood with his back to the window, slightly hunched over. He looked like a frail Old Man on the verge of death.
The Old Man!?
A chill instantly spread throughout Wang Ye's body.
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