As the Mail Truck gradually drove away, Wang Ye let out a sigh of relief.
Just moments ago, when facing that Faceless Ghost, Wang Ye had a premonition that this Mail Truck would not be able to protect him.
After just a few hours in the Wasteland, Wang Ye's worldview had completely collapsed.
Sure enough.
Beneath the Wasteland lay countless dangers—and countless opportunities.
The Funeral Staff in that ghost's hand had to be a powerful supernatural item.
Thinking of this, Wang Ye suddenly felt somewhat annoyed.
It seemed that every mission given by the Post Office came with an opportunity to loot something. Recalling the terrifying Ten Miles of Graves, then thinking of the Suburban Cemetery and the Tombstone Fragments scattered all over the ground...
Those Tombstone Fragments had to be good things. At the very least, they could suppress ghosts!
Unfortunately, he had lacked experience the first time and missed out.
Looking at the familiar road, Wang Ye drove the Mail Truck cautiously, constantly watching his surroundings.
That terrifying Severed Hand had disappeared at some point.
At the Stage from before, a huge pit had appeared. The Opera Woman stood eerily at its edge, her costume fluttering in the wind.
Fortunately, the woman did not sing this time, and Wang Ye left safely.
The familiar Ancient Mansion had somehow opened its gates, but this time, the Boning Knife had not undergone any abnormal changes.
One familiar scene after another receded beyond the window, and Wang Ye could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
It seemed the way back was much easier.
Not far away.
A low hill suddenly began emitting waves of eerie light.
Wang Ye subconsciously looked through the window and vaguely saw a blood-red glow faintly shining from a plant atop the hill.
At the summit, a Daoist Figure holding a Dust Whisk was fighting a Golden Light Figure whose body radiated intense golden light.
Suddenly, that terrifying Severed Hand descended from the sky again and slammed down upon the hilltop.
Amid a thunderous boom, the Mail Truck drove away.
Wang Ye could no longer see what happened afterward. At present, he was not even qualified to join in the excitement.
Fortunately, the road ahead became unusually smooth, and according to the Navigation, Shangjing City was getting closer and closer.
"Every mission from the Post Office comes with an opportunity to loot something."
Wang Ye seemed to have thought of something and muttered to himself. The truck gradually slowed down.
His gaze also shifted more often toward both sides of the road.
After a long while.
Several half-burned pieces of Paper Money floated in the sky not far away. Wang Ye's eyes lit up. He slammed on the accelerator, then jumped out of the truck at incredible speed and swept the Paper Money into his hand.
A chilly aura spread through Wang Ye's entire body. He could clearly feel a sense of blockage in the hand holding the Paper Money.
Couldn't he use his ability anymore?
This Paper Money could suppress the Superhuman ability within a person's body!
As abilities awakened, even if they were not used, other parts of the body would gradually rot away. If this Paper Money could suppress the abilities inside one's body, would that not indirectly extend a person's lifespan?
Good stuff!
At that moment, a faint sound of crying drifted over.
Wang Ye's eyes reddened again.
"Damn it, it's that ghost thing!"
Wang Ye's expression changed. He hurriedly got back into the truck. This time, he wisely did not turn off the engine, and the Mail Truck sped away.
Not long after Wang Ye left, someone wearing Mourning Clothes and carrying a brazier abruptly appeared where he had been, crying without pause.
Similar Paper Money burned continuously in the brazier.
"As expected, there may be risks, but the rewards are just as substantial!"
Wang Ye cautiously stored the three pieces of Paper Money he had gathered in the Gold-plated Box, his eyes gleaming.
He drove even slower.
The chance to safely scavenge in the Wasteland was exceedingly precious.
But before long, Wang Ye became somewhat disappointed.
There had indeed been several good things along the way, but without exception, ghosts were nearby. If they had been ordinary ghosts, Wang Ye was confident he could snatch food from a tiger's mouth. But the terrifying aura those few beings gave off made his heart palpitate instinctively.
As Shangjing City drew closer and closer, Wang Ye's expression darkened.
Suddenly, by the roadside ahead, a plant with a Ghost Face and dark-red veins covering its body appeared before Wang Ye.
The hand gripping the steering wheel suddenly began to heat up.
Good stuff!
It suited him!
Wang Ye instantly made his judgment. In his previous life, he had heard that Superhumans could strengthen their abilities through external factors!
Could this thing strengthen his hand?
Without hesitation, Wang Ye stopped the truck, rushed to the Ghost Face Plant at incredible speed, and pulled it out.
As Wang Ye moved, the Ghost Face on the plant seemed to come alive, even letting out a faint, agonized scream.
A sharp pain then spread through Wang Ye's entire body.
It felt as though the blood in his body was flowing backward through his hand toward the Ghost Face Plant.
The plant's originally dark-red veins gradually turned bright scarlet. The Ghost Face at its top grew somewhat ferocious, glaring at Wang Ye with venomous eyes.
"Damn it!"
Wang Ye growled. His hands turned red, their veins clearly visible, and he could even faintly see blood flowing through them.
The next second, Wang Ye yanked out the Ghost Face Plant.
With a shrill scream, the Ghost Face on the plant closed its eyes, its expression settling into calmness.
It seemed to have lost all signs of life.
Just then, the sound of something cutting through the air rang out behind Wang Ye.
Wang Ye's pupils contracted slightly. He instinctively turned his head and saw a crossbow bolt made of gold embedded in the ground before him, its tail trembling continuously.
"Who's there?!"
A trace of killing intent flashed through Wang Ye's eyes. Two Golden Needles silently slid from his sleeves and settled between his fingertips before he fired them behind him without hesitation.
Taking advantage of the moment, Wang Ye straightened and charged toward the figure behind him. His hands and arms instantly turned red, his arms seeming to grow slightly thicker as he violently smashed down at the figure.
A trace of surprise appeared on the figure's face, as though he had not expected Wang Ye to react so quickly.
Sensing the threat from Wang Ye's arm, panic appeared in the figure's eyes. He gritted his teeth slightly and rolled across the ground in an extremely awkward posture, narrowly evading the blow.
The next second, a violent impact struck.
A crater appeared where the figure had been standing, and rocks scattered in every direction.
Several tiny stones struck the figure, bringing waves of pain.
This... was the third ability Wang Ye had awakened in his hands.
Simple and unadorned.
Immense strength.
Wang Ye had tested it. At full force, he could punch through a steel plate ten centimeters thick.
Feeling that power, the figure's expression abruptly changed. The way he looked at Wang Ye was filled with wariness and regret.
Wang Ye finally saw the figure's appearance clearly.
A Strong Man with terrifying scars on his face.
"Friend, this is a misunderstanding."
The Strong Man's gaze flickered slightly. The centipede-like scars on his face wriggled gently, making him look especially ferocious.
But soon, a smile appeared on the Strong Man's face. He imperceptibly took two steps back and looked at Wang Ye as he spoke.
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