Ghost Face Vine

As the mail truck gradually faded into the distance, Wang Ye let out a sigh of relief.

Just now, facing that Faceless Ghost, Wang Ye had a premonition—this mail truck wouldn't be able to protect him.

In just a few short hours of traveling through the Wasteland, Wang Ye's worldview had completely collapsed.

Sure enough.

Beneath the Wasteland, danger lurked everywhere, and so did opportunity.

The Funeral Staff that ghost held in its hand was definitely a powerful supernatural item.

Thinking about it, Wang Ye suddenly felt a pang of regret.

Every mission from the Post Office seemed to offer a chance to reap some benefits. Recalling that terrifying Ten Miles of Graves, and then thinking back to the Suburban Cemetery, with its ground littered with Tombstone Fragments...

Those Tombstone Fragments had to be good stuff—at the very least, they could suppress ghosts!

Too bad he had no experience the first time and missed out.

Looking at the familiar road ahead, Wang Ye drove the mail truck cautiously, constantly scanning his surroundings.

That terrifying Severed Hand had vanished at some point.

And where the Stage had been earlier, a massive pit now gaped. The Opera Woman from before stood eerily at the edge of the pit, her costume fluttering in the wind.

At least this time the woman wasn't singing, and Wang Ye passed by safely.

The familiar Ancient Mansion—its gate had somehow swung open, though this time the Boning Knife hadn't turned unusual.

Scenes he recognized scrolled backward past the window, and Wang Ye couldn't help but breathe easier.

Looked like the road back was much smoother.

Not far ahead.

On a Low Mountain, a strange glow suddenly began to radiate.

Wang Ye instinctively looked through the window and vaguely saw a Blood-red Light shimmering faintly at the peak.

And on that mountaintop, a Daoist Figure holding a Dust Whisk was locked in battle with a Golden Light Figure.

Suddenly, that terrifying Severed Hand from before descended from the sky again, slamming down toward the mountain peak.

With a roar, the mail truck drove on.

Wang Ye couldn't see what happened after that—he didn't even have the right to gawk at the spectacle yet.

Fortunately, the rest of the road was unusually smooth. According to the navigation, he was getting closer and closer to Shangjing City.

"Every mission from the Post Office gives you a chance to reap benefits."

Wang Ye seemed to have thought of something, muttering to himself as the truck gradually slowed down.

And his gaze shifted more and more to the sides of the road.

After a long while.

A few half-burned Paper Money notes floated in the sky not far away. Wang Ye's eyes lit up, and he slammed on the gas, then jumped out of the truck at lightning speed, rolling the Paper Money into his hand.

A chill spread through Wang Ye's entire body. He could clearly feel a clogged sensation in the hand holding the Paper Money.

Can't use my abilities anymore?

This Paper Money could suppress the abilities inside a person's body!

With the awakening of abilities, even if you didn't use them, other parts of your body would gradually rot. If this Paper Money could suppress the sense of abilities within, then it could, in a way, extend a person's lifespan.

Good stuff!

Just then, a faint sobbing sound drifted over.

Wang Ye's eyes started to redden again.

"Damn it, it's that thing!"

Wang Ye's face changed, and he hurriedly got back into the truck. This time, he was smart enough not to turn off the engine, and the mail truck sped away at breakneck speed.

Not long after he left, at the spot where he'd been standing, a figure in Mourning Clothes carrying a Brazier suddenly appeared, weeping incessantly.

Inside the Brazier, more Paper Money like the one he'd grabbed was burning continuously.

"Sure enough, there's risk, but the payoff is just as impressive!"

Wang Ye carefully stashed the three Paper Money notes he'd rolled up into the Gold-plated Box, his eyes gleaming.

He drove even slower.

This kind of chance to safely scavenge in the Wasteland was precious.

But soon, Wang Ye grew disappointed.

There were indeed a few good items along the way, but without exception, ghosts were guarding them. If they were ordinary ghosts, Wang Ye would have had the confidence to snatch the prize from their jaws. But those particular ones—the sheer terror radiating from them made Wang Ye's heart instinctively shudder.

As the truck drew closer and closer to Shangjing City, Wang Ye's expression darkened.

Suddenly, by the roadside ahead, a plant with a ghostly face and a body covered in dark red veins appeared before Wang Ye's eyes.

And the hand gripping the steering wheel suddenly grew warm.

Good stuff!

Perfect for me!

Wang Ye made a snap judgment. In his past life, he'd heard that Superhumans could use external factors to strengthen their own abilities.

Could this thing strengthen his hands?

Without a second thought, Wang Ye stopped the car, dashed to the Ghost Face Plant at lightning speed, and yanked it out.

As he moved, the ghostly face on the plant seemed to come alive, even faintly letting out a pained shriek.

A searing pain flooded through Wang Ye's entire body.

It felt like the blood in his veins was flowing backward through his hands, surging toward the Ghost Face Plant.

The plant's originally dark red veins gradually turned bright red, and the face at its top twisted into a vicious expression, glaring at Wang Ye with venomous eyes.

"Damn it!"

Wang Ye growled. His hands turned red, veins starkly visible, even the blood flow inside them faintly discernible.

The next second, Wang Ye pulled the Ghost Face Plant out.

With a shrill scream, the face on the plant closed its eyes, its expression settling into stillness.

As if it had gone silent.

Just then, a whistling sound rang out behind Wang Ye's head.

His pupils contracted slightly. He twisted his head instinctively. A golden crossbow bolt embedded itself in the ground in front of him, the tail quivering nonstop.

"Who's there!"

Murderous intent flickered in Wang Ye's eyes. Two Golden Needles slid silently from his sleeve, held steady between his fingers, and he hurled them behind him without hesitation.

Seizing the chance, Wang Ye straightened up and charged at the figure behind him. His hands and arms turned red instantly, his arms seeming to thicken slightly as he slammed them down toward the figure.

A flicker of surprise crossed the figure's face, as if they hadn't expected Wang Ye to react so fast.

Sensing the threat from his arm, the figure's eyes showed a trace of panic. Gritting their teeth, they rolled on the ground in an awkward, ugly motion, barely dodging.

The next second, a violent shockwave struck.

Where the figure had stood, a pit appeared in the ground, stones scattering everywhere.

A few tiny rocks struck the figure, bringing sharp pain.

This was the third ability Wang Ye had awakened in his hands.

Plain and unadorned.

Mighty Strength.

He'd tested it—at full power, he could punch through a ten-centimeter-thick steel plate.

Feeling that force, the figure's expression shifted sharply. Their gaze toward Wang Ye filled with wariness and regret.

And Wang Ye finally got a clear look at the figure.

A Strong Man with a terrifying scar across his face.

"Friend, it's a misunderstanding."

The Strong Man's eyes flickered slightly. The scar on his face, like a centipede, writhed faintly, making him look especially menacing.

But soon, a smile crept onto the Strong Man's face. He took two small steps back, almost imperceptibly, and spoke to Wang Ye.