I'm Not Done Playing Yet

"Zhang Han, Liu Qian, and Wang Qiang are alive and requesting rescue!"

Hearing the driver's words, Wang Ye fell into deep thought.

To block signals, it had to be at least a Second-Level Ghost Domain.

Under the coverage of a Second-Level Ghost Domain, it was difficult to send text messages unless under specific circumstances.

"Was the ghost luring us in?"

Wang Ye murmured to himself.

If the ghost was deliberately luring rescuers in, that meant it possessed consciousness, sending its terror level soaring without limit.

Everything could only be determined once he arrived at the scene.

He had already boarded Zhang Ziliang's ship; for the time being,

he could not get off.

The stronger the ghost's abilities, the greater the merit, and the higher the possibility of obtaining a squad slot.

That was where his value lay.

Soon, the vehicle passed through the blockade and stopped not far from the mall under the curious gazes of the surrounding pedestrians.

"I can only take you this far."

"Come back alive!"

The driver opened the door, looked deeply at Wang Ye, and spoke.

"Thank you." Wang Ye nodded, got out, and walked to the mall entrance.

The mall doors stood wide open. Inside was pitch-black, like the entrance to an abyss, sending chills down one's spine as though some Great Terror lurked within.

Wang Ye stood at the entrance for a moment before stepping inside without hesitation.

As though swallowed whole, he vanished into the darkness.

A flash of light passed before him, and Wang Ye instinctively narrowed his eyes.

Then,

as he looked at the completely normal mall before him, Wang Ye's pupils contracted slightly.

The mall was brightly lit.

Shopkeepers lined both sides, warmly soliciting customers. One customer after another walked through the mall, picking out items they liked.

It was as though there had never been a Supernatural Incident here.

Everything was normal.

But

beneath that normality lurked an intense sense of eeriness.

It was now

the dead of night.

Who went shopping at the mall in the dead of night?

A cold glint flashed in Wang Ye's eyes as he walked through the mall warily, watching his surroundings.

Vaguely, Wang Ye had the illusion that everyone was staring at him.

Yet whenever he looked over, everything appeared normal.

"This ghostly thing."

"It's not simple."

Wang Ye proceeded cautiously, passing store after store. He even heard customers arguing with shopkeepers over prices.

Ordinary. Normal.

That was the answer his instincts gave him.

What he did not notice was that beyond his line of sight, everyone had frozen in place, their faces pale and their eyes vacant as they stared eerily at Wang Ye.

And whenever Wang Ye looked over, everything returned to normal.

"Damn it, where the hell is this ghostly thing!"

On the fourth floor, inside a sealed room, Zhang Han could not help cursing, his eyes filled with terror.

Liu Qian's face was pale, with a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth. She was equally panicked, and could not help saying, "Can you be quiet for a while? Are you afraid that thing won't be able to find you?"

Wang Qiang leaned silently against a corner, watching the two with a scrutinizing gaze without saying a word.

Just moments ago, a friend he had known for a year had pulled out a knife and stabbed at him without hesitation. Fortunately, the part of his body that had awakened was his skin, allowing him to survive.

As for that friend, his expression had turned numb before he disappeared into the darkness.

As the oldest person present and the one who had awakened his superhuman ability the longest ago, he could not trust anyone now.

"Enough. The message has already been sent. Let's wait for rescue."

Seeing the two growing increasingly agitated and beginning to argue, Wang Qiang finally spoke.

Hearing Wang Qiang's words, the two fell silent.

It was clear that deep down, they still trusted Wang Qiang greatly.

The atmosphere

gradually fell silent.

The aura of fear continuously spread through the small room.

"Do you think... someone will come save us?"

At last, Zhang Han could no longer endure the oppressive atmosphere and spoke in a somewhat hoarse voice.

"As Superhumans, we still have value. And the Supernatural Incident has to be resolved eventually. Don't worry."

After a long silence, Wang Qiang spoke.

Zhang Han visibly relaxed. Liu Qian's face, however, grew even paler, her injuries clearly worsening.

Suddenly, the door opened.

Another Zhang Han appeared, his eyes bloodshot and filled with panic. "Run! That one is a ghost!"

As he spoke, his gaze turned toward the person in the room who looked exactly like him.

Wang Qiang and Liu Qian's expressions changed sharply. They quickly moved away from the Zhang Han beside them, their eyes constantly scrutinizing the two Zhang Hans.

"Heh heh."

The Zhang Han in the room suddenly exuded an eerie aura. His eyes turned vacant as he looked at Wang Qiang and Liu Qian. His body gradually began to rot, and his head fell from his neck, yet his gaze remained fixed on the two of them.

"Run!"

Wang Qiang grabbed the injured Liu Qian and rushed to the doorway, joining up with the Zhang Han outside before fleeing into the distance.

No one saw the faint glint that flashed through the eyes of the terrified-looking Zhang Han following behind them.

After walking through the mall for a full ten minutes, Wang Ye grew increasingly irritated.

Everything around him was far too normal.

"Is this what you want me to see?"

Wang Ye murmured, "Since you want to make everything perfect, then I..."

"I'll destroy all your hard work!!!"

With that, Wang Ye abruptly stopped, opened the fire hydrant beside him, took out the Safety Axe inside, and gripped it in his hand.

Then,

he suddenly halted and looked toward a clothing store nearby before strolling over.

"Buying clothes?"

The shopkeeper completely ignored the axe in Wang Ye's hand and asked with an ingratiating smile.

"I am."

Wang Ye nodded and slammed the axe into the glass door.

With a loud crash, the glass door shattered across the floor.

Yet the shopkeeper seemed not to see it at all, still smiling ingratiatingly at Wang Ye. "Buying clothes?"

The next second, Wang Ye's axe came down.

The shopkeeper's head flew up and fell to the ground.

Headless, the shopkeeper's body collapsed to the floor. Yet the head not far from the body continued to mechanically say, "Buying clothes?"

"How persistent."

Holding the fire axe, Wang Ye smashed through one store after another.

The previous shopkeeper's head suddenly twisted into a ferocious expression, and its voice became shrill. "Why won't you buy my clothes!"

As its voice rang out, everyone in the entire mall froze eerily in place.

"Why."

"Why."

In that instant, everyone's eyes turned vacant. They looked in Wang Ye's direction and repeated the words without pause.

"Not playing anymore?"

Wang Ye looked coldly at the scene before him. "But I..."

"I'm not done playing yet!"

Carrying the fire axe and wiping the blood splashed across his face, Wang Ye seemed like an evil ghost that had crawled out of hell, radiating terror.