I Haven't Had Enough Fun Yet

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

Listening to the driver's words, Wang Ye sank into thought.

Being able to block signals meant at least a Second-Level Ghost Domain.

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

"Is the ghost luring us in?" Wang Ye muttered to himself.

If the ghost was truly deliberately luring rescuers, that meant this ghost possessed consciousness, and its terror index would skyrocket.

For now, all he could do was wait until he got to the scene.

He had already boarded Zhang Ziliang's ship, and in the short term, there was no getting off.

The stronger the ghost's power, the greater the merit, and the higher the chance of securing a team spot.

That was also where his own value lay.

Soon, the car crossed the blockade line and, amid the curious gazes of passersby, stopped not far from the mall.

"This is as far as I can take you."

"Come back alive!"

The driver opened the door, gave Wang Ye a deep look, and said.

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

The mall's main doors were wide open, the interior pitch-black like the entrance to an abyss, sending a chill down one's spine, as if some Great Terror lurked inside.

Wang Ye stood at the entrance for a moment, then stepped inside without hesitation.

As if swallowed whole, he vanished into the darkness.

A flash of light passed by, and Wang Ye instinctively squinted.

Then, looking at the mall before him, which appeared completely normal, Wang Ye's pupils contracted slightly.

Inside the mall, the lights were blazing.

Shopfronts on both sides enthusiastically beckoned customers, and one shopper after another walked through the mall, picking out items they liked.

As if there were no Supernatural Incident here at all.

Everything was normal.

But.

Beneath that normalcy, a thick sense of eeriness seeped through.

Right now, it was the dead of night.

The dead of night, and a crowd was shopping at the mall?

A cold glint flashed in Wang Ye's eyes as he walked cautiously through the mall, keeping watch on his surroundings.

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

But when he looked over, everything was normal again.

"This damn thing."

"Isn't simple."

Wang Ye moved forward carefully, passing shop after shop, even overhearing a customer and a shopkeeper arguing over prices.

Ordinary. Normal.

That was the answer Wang Ye's instincts subconsciously gave him.

What he didn't notice was that, outside his line of sight, everyone froze in place, their faces turning pale, their eyes hollow, staring at Wang Ye with an eerie gaze.

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

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

On the fourth floor, inside a sealed room, Zhang Han couldn't help cursing, a thick panic in his eyes.

Liu Qian's face was pale, a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth, also somewhat flustered. Hearing Zhang Han's words, she couldn't help snapping, "Can you keep it down? Are you trying to let that thing find you?!"

Wang Qiang sat silently in a corner, his gaze appraising, watching the two without 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 him that had awakened was his skin, so he survived.

And that friend of his had gone blank-faced and vanished into the darkness.

As the oldest person present and the one who had awakened his superhuman abilities the longest, this old man could no longer trust anyone.

"Forget it, the message has already been sent. We'll wait for rescue."

Seeing the two growing more agitated and starting to argue, Wang Qiang finally spoke.

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

It was clear that deep down, they still had considerable trust in Wang Qiang.

The atmosphere

gradually turned heavy with silence.

The breath of fear kept seeping through the small room.

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

Finally, unable to bear the oppressive silence, Zhang Han spoke, his voice hoarse.

"As superhumans, we still have value. And supernatural incidents have to be dealt with eventually. Don't worry."

Wang Qiang was silent for a long moment before replying.

Zhang Han let out an obvious sigh of relief. Liu Qian's face grew a shade paler; her injuries were clearly worsening.

Suddenly, the door opened.

Another Zhang Han appeared, eyes bloodshot and filled with panic: "Run! That one's a ghost!"

As he spoke, his gaze fell on the person inside the room who looked exactly like him.

Wang Qiang and Liu Qian's expressions shifted sharply. They quickly moved away from the Zhang Han beside them, eyes darting back and forth between the two Zhang Hans.

"Heh."

The Zhang Han inside the room suddenly radiated a sinister chill. His eyes turned hollow as he stared at Wang Qiang and Liu Qian. His body began to rot, and his head dropped from his neck—yet his gaze never left the two of them.

"Run!"

Wang Qiang grabbed the injured Liu Qian, rushed to the doorway, and joined the Zhang Han at the entrance. Together, they fled into the distance.

No one noticed the look of terror on Zhang Han's face as he followed behind them—nor the faint glint of cunning that flashed deep in his eyes.

After walking through the mall for a full ten minutes, Wang Ye's irritation grew.

Everything around him was far too normal.

"Is this what you want me to see?"

Wang Ye muttered to himself. "Since you want to shape everything into perfection, then I'll..."

"...smash your hard work to pieces!!!"

With that, Wang Ye abruptly stopped. He opened the nearby fire hydrant, pulled out the safety axe inside, and gripped it tightly.

Then

He halted again, turned toward a clothing store, and strolled in.

"Buying clothes?"

The shopkeeper completely ignored the axe in Wang Ye's hand, a fawning smile on his face.

"Yes."

Wang Ye nodded, then slammed the axe into the glass door.

A deafening crash. The glass door shattered into pieces.

The shopkeeper, as if he hadn't seen a thing, kept smiling obsequiously at Wang Ye: "Buying clothes?"

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

The shopkeeper's head flew off and landed on the floor.

Headless, the shopkeeper's body collapsed, but the head lying not far away still mechanically repeated: "Buying clothes?"

"Persistent, aren't you."

Wang Ye walked on, swinging the fire axe, smashing one store after another.

Suddenly, the head of the previous shopkeeper twisted into a vicious expression, its voice turning shrill: "Why won't you buy my clothes!"

As the voice rang out, everyone in the entire mall froze in eerie stillness.

"Why."

"Why."

All their eyes went hollow at once. They turned toward Wang Ye, chanting endlessly.

"Not playing anymore?"

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

"...haven't had my fill yet!"

Axe in hand, wiping the blood splattered across his face, Wang Ye at that moment looked like a demon crawling out of hell—utterly terrifying.