Funeral Staff

Wang Ye's hair stood on end as he looked at the face in the rearview mirror.

He was certain that just three seconds ago, there had been nothing at all in the rearview mirror.

Someone appearing silently beside him was truly chilling.

Thinking of the mission prompt—to hand the letter to the first person he saw at the terminal—Wang Ye gritted his teeth and reached for the door.

Just then, the courtyard gate suddenly opened.

An old woman came running out, gasping for breath. She looked at Wang Ye anxiously. "Don't give him the letter. He isn't human!"

"Not human?"

A glimmer flashed through Wang Ye's eyes, and cold sweat instantly covered his body.

In an instant, Wang Ye's mind raced as though he had grasped something. His face filled with lingering fear.

"Damn Post Office. There's a trap in the mission prompt."

Wang Ye cursed under his breath. The prompt said to give it to the first person he saw, but ghosts were not people.

If he had misunderstood and handed the letter to the man—

the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Upon hearing the old woman's words, the man's face instantly darkened. He turned around and stared at him fixedly. After a long while, he said coldly, "Don't let him fool you. Give me the letter."

"You can't give it to him!"

The old woman looked extremely nervous and kept shaking his head at Wang Ye.

Wang Ye's pupils abruptly contracted as he watched the scene unfold.

These two could actually converse!

In his previous life, Wang Ye had dealt with dozens of Supernatural Incidents, large and small. Not a single ghost had possessed emotions—or rather, thought!

At most, they could erode a human brain and alter a person's thoughts, thereby affecting the outside world.

But what he saw before him shattered his usual understanding.

At least one of these two was a ghost. In other words, it was not that ghosts lacked thought; rather, Wang Ye had simply never encountered a high-level ghost capable of thinking.

Wang Ye quickly reined in his wandering thoughts. He watched the two solemnly from inside the vehicle without saying a word.

Strangely, the two outside clearly feared each other to some extent. Neither made a move. They merely stared silently at one another, waiting for Wang Ye's decision.

Wang Ye sat in the vehicle and observed them for a long time.

The pale, eerie middle-aged man, and the old woman with an anxious, nervous expression.

"I think I understand."

At last, determination appeared in Wang Ye's eyes. He got out of the vehicle at incredible speed and placed the letter in the man's hand.

Holding the letter, the man's formerly pale face instantly became somewhat rosier. He no longer looked so lifeless; a hint of vitality had returned to him.

The man looked at Wang Ye with a trace of approval in his eyes.

Meanwhile, the old woman in the distance instantly twisted into a ferocious expression, glaring venomously at Wang Ye.

"Why?!"

As the words rang out, the old woman's body shriveled at a bizarre speed. He became like a dried corpse, and one eyeball fell from its socket.

A Bronze Nail filled with an ancient aura was driven into his head.

Wang Ye instinctively took two steps back, standing behind the man as he stared deeply at the nail in the old man's head.

Just as expected—made by the Post Office.

It was exactly the same as the one he had nailed into the photograph in Room 404.

"How did you find out?"

The old man's voice no longer carried any humanity. It was dark and gloomy, filled with coldness, while his venomous gaze seemed ready to pierce straight through Wang Ye.

"First, how could there be an old man in the depths of the Wasteland who gets winded after taking two steps?"

"Second, you were too normal. Normal enough to resemble my neighbor's grandmother. Someone with that kind of personality wouldn't live long."

"Lastly, you kept standing at the courtyard entrance and never took a single step outside. You were sealed, weren't you?"

Wang Ye looked at the Old Man calmly.

The letter in the middle-aged man's hand finally turned completely to ash and scattered into the air.

"You..."

"Correct."

The man seemed rather inarticulate. After organizing his words for a long time, he looked at Wang Ye and spoke.

Then, the man turned his gaze toward the Old Man. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he stepped forward, his entire body glowing with cyan light.

Wang Ye's pupils suddenly contracted as he watched the man's back.

Five parts.

A full five parts of his body were glowing with cyan light.

In an era where awakening one body part was common and awakening two made one among the strongest in Shangjing City, someone in the depths of the Wasteland had awakened five.

This was not a matter of one plus one.

With every body part awakened, a person's strength underwent a qualitative transformation.

The awakened parts of the body complemented one another through blood circulation and bodily functions, producing immense effects.

It was impossible to imagine just how terrifying this man was.

And—

he did not seem unfamiliar with the Post Office's letters.

Perhaps Wang Ye could learn some secrets about the Post Office from him.

Unfortunately, just as Wang Ye was about to speak, cyan light flashed around the man. The courtyard, the man, and the old woman all vanished from the Wasteland.

It was as though they had never existed.

"They vanished?"

Wang Ye's eyes were filled with shock. What he had just witnessed was beyond anything he could explain.

Perhaps he knew far too little about this world.

The sight before him shocked Wang Ye, but it also filled his eyes with fighting spirit.

In his previous life, even as an ordinary person, he had managed to enter an A-Class Squad and become an indispensable member.

Now that he had embarked on the path of a Superhuman, all the more so.

One day, this world would hold no more secrets from him.

Wang Ye quickly calmed down.

The air gradually turned cold. In the distance, a figure wearing a White Mourning Garment and holding a Funeral Staff appeared in Wang Ye's field of vision.

Wang Ye's expression changed slightly. He swiftly returned to the Mail Truck, slammed the door shut, and started the vehicle.

But despite the engine's rumble, the vehicle refused to start.

"Damn it!"

Anxiousness flickered in Wang Ye's eyes. Watching the approaching figure in the distance, he repeatedly stomped on the accelerator.

He could even vaguely make out the figure's face by now.

This—

this ghostly thing seemed to have no face!

At last, with a roar from the engine, the Mail Truck finally began moving.

Wang Ye hurriedly turned the wheel and sped away along the route he had taken to get here.

This eerie Wasteland was so dangerous that even getting out of the vehicle for one minute could mean death.

As the Mail Truck drove away, the figure holding the Funeral Staff stopped where it was. Its cold eyes held no emotion as it silently watched the vehicle depart.

Gradually—

facial features began to twist into existence on its faceless face.

In the end, they formed a face identical to Wang Ye's.

At first, the face was somewhat stiff, but it gradually revealed a nervous, panicked expression.

It was exactly the same expression Wang Ye had worn before leaving.

Then, a cold snort rang out. A streak of cyan light flashed through the void and struck the figure's face.

The figure revealed a pained expression and let out a shrill scream.

Finally, Wang Ye's features gradually vanished, and the figure lost its face once more.

It stood there for several minutes before finally carrying the Funeral Staff and disappearing into the thick fog again.