It was unclear how long it took before the intense pain gradually faded.
Blood had already soaked Wang Ye's clothes, clinging tightly to his skin.
The cracks in his skin had somehow gradually vanished, and the bodily functions that had begun to decay returned to normal.
Wang Ye rose from the ground, sensing the changes within his body as he muttered, "Has my body been strengthened?"
"It's just that this energy is a little too overbearing."
Remembering what he had just gone through, Wang Ye could not help but shudder.
He truly did not want to experience that kind of pain a second time.
But his strength, speed, and everything else seemed to have been enhanced by that recent baptism of energy.
The combat techniques he had trained in for over a decade in his previous life were almost inadequate for his current body.
"Is this the reward for becoming a Ghost Messenger?"
Sure enough, danger and opportunity always coexisted.
When he arrived at the front desk, sure enough—
A set of black, somewhat old-fashioned clothes lay on the counter.
Looking at the vivid red character for "messenger" on the back of the shirt, as though it had been painted in blood, Wang Ye's mouth twitched slightly.
Couldn't it have looked cooler?
It really was a postman's uniform.
The words beside it, as always, provided an explanation.
Ghost Messenger uniform: Can resist remote curses. (Upgradeable)
Junior Ghost Messenger Privilege: May borrow the Mail Truck once per month. (3 hours)
Next delivery time: 7 days later.
Wang Ye's eyes instantly lit up as he read the Note.
He had just personally experienced the power of the Mail Truck.
It could drive freely through the outer regions of the Wasteland. If he was willing to take some risks, it could even go deep into the Wasteland.
If he made good use of it, wouldn't that mean he could go scavenging outside once every month?
Moreover, Wang Ye was quite satisfied with this Ghost Messenger uniform.
Among the known Supernatural Incidents, there were Remote Curse Killer Ghosts.
The most infamous one, whose source had yet to be found, could transmit its voice through Radio Broadcasts.
Everyone who heard that voice would die within three days for one reason or another.
Fortunately, its spread was not particularly wide. That was at least some small consolation.
"Looks like the Post Office is afraid its postmen might have terrible luck and get killed by remote curses."
Anticipation filled Wang Ye's eyes. "I'm really looking forward to the next mission."
With that, Wang Ye took the Ghost Messenger uniform and returned home.
Seeing his blood-reeking clothes and filthy body, he went to the bathroom for a cold shower, then changed into the Ghost Messenger uniform without hesitation.
A chill spread through his entire body. Wang Ye could feel his physical strength steadily improving at an extremely slow rate.
"It can even strengthen my physique?"
Wang Ye was pleasantly surprised. It seemed this Ghost Messenger uniform was far from as simple as the Post Office's description suggested.
Perhaps in the Post Office's eyes, these were all insignificant details. The only thing worth mentioning was its ability to resist curses.
"Sure, the outfit's a little ugly, but who cares?"
Wang Ye sat down on the sofa in satisfaction.
At that moment, Zhang Ziliang called Wang Ye again.
"Hello? I called you just now, but you were out of service. What happened?"
There was confusion in Zhang Ziliang's voice.
Wang Ye's expression did not change as he calmly replied, "I was studying a supernatural item just now. It probably blocked the signal."
"That thing is more terrifying than we expected. They can't hold it off anymore. The latest intelligence says three have already died!"
Zhang Ziliang's voice was heavy. "So we need you to step in."
"Alright, I understand. Give me ten minutes to prepare." Wang Ye fell silent for several seconds before speaking, then hung up.
Taking a deep breath, Wang Ye opened the hidden compartment, took out the Ghost Face Vine, and removed the Paper Money stuck to his hand.
The hand holding the Ghost Face Vine instantly turned red.
As if stimulated, the Ghost Face Vine's dark red veins emerged, reflecting one another with Wang Ye's arm.
Through the veins, he could clearly see that Wang Ye's arm seemed to be continuously drawing something from the Ghost Face Vine. The Ghost Face, which had seemed dormant, suddenly opened its eyes and let out waves of shrill cries, its gaze filled with venomous resentment.
Wang Ye clearly felt streams of energy continuously flowing into both his hands.
Five minutes later—
The Ghost Face Vine had completely withered. The Ghost Face upon it was listless, its shape no longer discernible.
As a breeze passed by, the Ghost Face Vine turned into dust and scattered into the air.
At some point, an identical Ghost Face had appeared in Wang Ye's palm. However, its expression was strange, seeming to smile without truly smiling.
After silently sensing it for a moment, Wang Ye withdrew the energy.
The Ghost Face vanished from Wang Ye's palm, and everything returned to normal.
He hung the Hemp Rope from his waist, checked the Boning Knife and the doll, and after confirming there were no issues, Wang Ye pushed open the door and left his home.
At the entrance to the residential complex, the mysterious Mail Truck had disappeared at some unknown time.
However, the familiar black sedan and its driver had arrived right on schedule.
When the driver saw Wang Ye emerge, he hurriedly opened the car door. The situation indeed seemed serious, as anxiety showed on his face.
"The location is a Shopping Mall near the South City Road exit."
"Everything within one kilometer has been sealed off. The three surviving Superhumans are all trapped inside."
"Superhuman profiles: Zhang Han, male, twenty-three. Blood awakening. Known ability: when his blood touches a ghost, it can briefly suppress the ghost."
"Liu Qian, female, twenty. Throat awakening. Known ability: her voice carries a bewitching power and can influence a ghost's movements to a certain degree."
"Wang Qiang, male, thirty. Skin awakening. Known ability: extremely high resistance to physical attacks. Other abilities unknown."
Wang Ye listened to the profiles of the three Superhumans and nodded inwardly.
As expected, Zhang Ziliang had prepared in advance. The abilities of these three Superhumans complemented one another well, making them suitable for a team.
But—
Likewise, the ghost had to be extremely powerful.
After all, only three of them remained alive. These were Zhang Ziliang's carefully cultivated core members.
That old fox was surely hurting to death right now.
Wang Ye suddenly thought with a hint of malicious amusement.
Suddenly recalling something, Wang Ye asked, "What about the ghost's information?"
"..."
The driver remained silent for a long while before slowly saying, "All information about the ghost... is unknown."
"Unknown?"
Wang Ye frowned slightly and looked at the driver scrutinizingly.
"Yes."
The driver sounded helpless. "There has been no signal inside, so we have been unable to 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."
"It transmitted only one text message."
"Zhang Han, Liu Qian, and Wang Qiang are alive. Send help!"
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