Junior Ghost Messenger Privilege

After who knows how long, the intense pain gradually faded.

Blood had already soaked Wang Ye's clothes, clinging to his skin.

The cracks on his skin had vanished at some point, and his body's functions, which had begun to decay, returned to normal.

Wang Ye stood up from the ground, sensing the changes within himself, and murmured, "My body got strengthened, huh."

"But this energy is a bit too domineering."

Recalling the experience just now, Wang Ye couldn't help but shudder.

He really didn't want to go through that kind of pain again.

Still, his physical strength, speed, and everything else seemed to have been fully enhanced during that baptism of energy.

The martial arts he'd practiced for over a decade in his past life now seemed inadequate compared to his current body.

"So this is the reward for becoming a Ghost Messenger?"

As expected, danger and opportunity always go hand in hand.

He went to the front desk, and sure enough, a set of black, somewhat vintage clothes lay on the counter.

Looking at the bright red character '差' on the back of the jacket, as if painted in blood, Wang Ye's mouth twitched slightly.

Couldn't it be cooler?

It really was a mailman's uniform.

Beside it, as always, was a description written out.

Ghost Messenger uniform: Can block remote curses (upgradable)

Junior Ghost Messenger privilege: May borrow a Mail Truck once per month (3 hours).

Next delivery time: 7 days later.

Wang Ye's eyes lit up as he read the note.

He had just experienced the Mail Truck's power firsthand.

It could drive freely on the outskirts of the Wasteland, and even venture deeper if you took some risk.

If used well, wouldn't that mean he could go scavenging once a month!

And this Ghost Messenger uniform also satisfied Wang Ye greatly.

Among the known Supernatural Incidents, there were Remote Curse Killer Ghosts.

The most famous one, whose ghost source had yet to be found, could transmit its voice through Radio Broadcast.

Everyone who heard the sound would die within three days from various causes.

Fortunately, its transmission rate wasn't high—a small mercy in the midst of misfortune.

"Looks like the Post Office is afraid its messengers might get unlucky and be taken out by a remote curse."

Wang Ye's eyes held anticipation. "I'm really looking forward to the next mission now."

With that, Wang Ye took the Ghost Messenger uniform and returned home.

Looking at his bloodstained clothes and dirty body, he went to the bathroom for a cold shower, then unhesitatingly put on the Ghost Messenger uniform.

A chill spread through his entire body, and Wang Ye could feel his physical strength slowly but steadily increasing.

"It can even enhance my physique!"

Wang Ye was pleasantly surprised. It seemed this Ghost Messenger uniform was far more than what the Post Office's introduction suggested.

Maybe in the Post Office's eyes, these were trivial details, and only the curse resistance was worth mentioning.

"Ugly as the clothes are, who cares."

Wang Ye sat contentedly on the sofa.

Just then, Zhang Ziliang called Wang Ye again.

"Hey, I called you earlier, but you were out of service. What's going on?"

Zhang Ziliang's voice carried a note of doubt.

Wang Ye's expression didn't change as he said flatly, "I was studying a supernatural item earlier. It might have blocked the signal."

"That thing is more terrifying than we imagined. They can't hold out anymore. The intel so far is three casualties!"

Zhang Ziliang's voice was heavy. "So, we need you to step in."

"Alright, I understand. Give me ten minutes to prepare." Wang Ye paused for a few seconds, then hung up.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Ye opened a hidden compartment, took out the Ghost Face Vine, and peeled off the Paper Money stuck to his hand.

The hand holding the Ghost Face Vine instantly turned red.

The Ghost Face Vine seemed stimulated, its dark red veins surging, reflecting off Wang Ye's arm.

Through the veins, it was clear that Wang Ye's arm was drawing something from the Ghost Face Vine, and the once-dormant face suddenly opened its eyes, letting out a series of piercing wails, its gaze filled with venom.

Wang Ye could clearly feel streams of energy continuously pouring into his hands.

Five minutes later.

The Ghost Face Vine withered completely, its ghostly face sagging and losing all recognizable shape.

As a wisp of wind passed by, the Ghost Face Vine turned to dust and scattered into the world.

Meanwhile, in the center of Wang Ye's palm, a ghostly face identical to the one on the vine had appeared at some point—only its expression was eerie, a half-smile frozen on its features.

After silently sensing for a moment, Wang Ye withdrew his energy.

The ghostly face vanished from his palm, and everything returned to normal.

He hung the hemp rope at his waist, checked the Boning Knife and the doll, and once he confirmed nothing was wrong, Wang Ye pushed open the door and left the house.

At the entrance of the residential complex, the mysterious Mail Truck had disappeared at some unknown time.

But the familiar black sedan and its driver were punctually waiting.

Seeing Wang Ye come out, the driver quickly opened the door. The situation seemed serious—there was a hint of urgency in the driver's expression.

"The location is a Shopping Mall near the South City Road exit."

"The entire area within a kilometer is sealed off. Three Superhumans are still alive, all trapped inside."

"Superhuman profiles: Zhang Han, male, 23. Blood Awakening. Known ability: when his blood touches a ghost, it can briefly suppress it."

"Liu Qian, female, 20. Throat Awakening. Known ability: her voice carries a seductive quality that can influence a ghost's movements to some extent."

"Wang Qiang, male, 30. Skin Awakening. Known ability: extremely high resistance to blows. Other abilities unknown."

Wang Ye listened to the profiles of the three Superhumans and nodded to himself.

As expected, Zhang Ziliang had already prepared well. These three had complementary abilities, making them suitable for forming a team.

But.

That also meant the ghost's strength was definitely formidable.

After all, only three were left alive. These were all carefully cultivated members of Zhang Ziliang's core team.

That old fox must be feeling the sting right now.

Wang Ye suddenly found the thought amusing.

Then something occurred to him, and he asked, "What about the ghost's profile?"

"..."

The driver was silent for a long moment before slowly saying, "All information on the ghost is unknown."

"Unknown?"

Wang Ye frowned slightly, casting a scrutinizing gaze at the driver.

"Yes."

The driver sounded helpless: "The area has been in a no-signal state the whole time. We couldn't contact the Superhumans."

"It wasn't until half an hour ago that a brief, weak signal came through."

"And the signal only lasted ten seconds."

"The transmission contained just one text message."

"Zhang Han, Liu Qian, Wang Qiang alive. Requesting reinforcements!"