Now... It's My Turn

Wang Ye wiped the blood from his face as he looked at the expressionless crowd around him, their eyes hollow.

"Now."

"It's my turn!"

As he spoke, the fire axe swung endlessly in Wang Ye's hand as though it weighed nothing.

Heads fell to the ground one after another with every swing of the fire axe. In just three minutes, no one remained standing within dozens of meters of Wang Ye.

Blood filled the ground below.

Head after head stared coldly and numbly at Wang Ye, but having lost their bodies, they could do nothing to him.

"Die!"

"Die!"

Chilling voices rose from the heads, echoing endlessly beside Wang Ye's ears.

Bathed in blood and holding the fire axe, Wang Ye stood amid a field of corpses like a demon god, radiating fierce killing intent.

At this moment.

He looked more like a ghost than the ghosts did.

"Any more?"

Wang Ye gave a savage grin, though his eyes were remarkably calm.

Because his body had just been strengthened, he should have been panting heavily by now, yet he was in surprisingly good condition.

Clearly, this ghost could control already dead bodies. Since he could not find the ghost's source, violence was the most efficient solution.

If he had held onto kindness and believed these people might still be saved, then Wang Ye would have been the one to die.

He understood that clearly, which was why his attacks were ruthless and without hesitation.

At that moment.

A Young Man came running over from the distance, panting. His eyes lit up when he saw Wang Ye, and his face filled with joy. "Are you the reinforcements sent by Headquarters?!"

"I'm Zhang Han. Those two have been entangled by the ghost and need rescue."

Zhang Han spoke excitedly.

Wang Ye turned around coldly to look at Zhang Han, sharp killing intent spreading from him.

"Where are they?"

Wang Ye asked expressionlessly as he looked at Zhang Han.

"On the fourth floor!!!"

Zhang Han's voice was urgent, and he looked anxious. "I'll take you there. There's someone on the fourth floor who looks exactly like me mixed in with them. If we delay any longer, they'll be in danger!"

As he spoke, Zhang Han took the lead toward the stairwell.

The next second.

The cold blade of the fire axe chopped into Zhang Han's neck. He turned around in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief as he looked at Wang Ye.

"Why?"

It seemed he used every last ounce of strength to say those three words before closing his eyes for good.

Wang Ye silently pulled back his axe. "You saw me and believed I was from Headquarters without even confirming my identity."

"Four Superhumans have already died, yet you didn't find it strange that Headquarters only sent one person."

"You saw a floor covered in corpses and weren't surprised at all. Strange. Were you insulting my intelligence?"

"Lastly."

"Thanks for showing me the way."

Wang Ye looked at Zhang Han's corpse on the ground, lifted the blood-soaked axe, and headed toward the fourth floor.

Inside the Shopping Mall, countless people with stiff expressions and hollow eyes automatically retreated with every step Wang Ye took.

At this moment.

Even the ghost seemed intimidated by the vicious aura Wang Ye gave off.

Meanwhile, Zhang Han's corpse lying on the ground suddenly opened its eyes, glaring venomously at Wang Ye's retreating back.

The stairwell was empty. In the silent surroundings, only Wang Ye's footsteps echoed.

At the entrance to every floor's stairwell stood an expressionless person, silently watching Wang Ye.

As though he saw none of it, Wang Ye carried the dripping axe and continued toward the fourth floor.

Finally, when he saw the sign marked "4F" in the stairwell and the crowd blocking the exit, Wang Ye raised his axe. With blood covering his face and killing intent surrounding him, he asked—

"Are you sure you still want to block my way?"

As Wang Ye's words fell, the crowd remained silent for several seconds before continuously backing away, clearing the doorway.

Heh.

The axe carved a graceful arc through the air before Wang Ye rested it on his shoulder.

"Ghosts with intelligence seem easier to deal with."

As he spoke, Wang Ye swaggered out, surrounded by countless stiff corpses.

No matter how coldly those corpses looked at him.

Wang Ye wandered aimlessly around the fourth floor for a long time without finding any sign of the three Superhumans, and he frowned slightly.

"Could that ghost thing have tricked me?"

"Judging from what it showed earlier, it shouldn't have that much intelligence."

Wang Ye could not help muttering under his breath. His eyes continually scanned the surroundings, but the corpses always remained not far away, using their numbers to block his view.

"This ghost is really cowardly."

Wang Ye could not help complaining. Looking at the corpses, he grew irritated. "Get lost, or I'm going to start chopping. Are you annoying or what?"

"Hehehe."

"Die."

"Die."

Eerie smiles appeared simultaneously on the faces of the stiff corpses. Their hollow eyes fixed on Wang Ye as they let out low voices together.

One woman used too much force, causing an eyeball to fall from its socket and land by Wang Ye's feet.

"So damn annoying."

Wang Ye frowned slightly. Sharp killing intent instantly erupted from his eyes as he raised the fire axe and charged into the crowd of corpses.

Very soon.

The scene from the first floor repeated itself.

These stiff corpses moved extremely slowly. To Wang Ye, cutting them down was as easy as chopping vegetables.

Moving slowly?

No!

Wang Ye became alert instantly.

The Zhang Han impersonated by the ghost earlier had moved exactly like a normal person.

A glint of cold light flashed through Wang Ye's eyes.

Among the stiff crowd of corpses, a young, sexy woman had somehow quietly come up behind Wang Ye. Her pale hands rose toward his head.

Wang Ye felt a chill at the back of his neck, and a sense of threat spread throughout his body.

Danger!

Wang Ye's eyes turned cold. He spun around without hesitation and brought the axe down.

The woman's head dropped to the ground like a ball, rolling endlessly.

"So close."

"So close."

The woman's head stared fixedly at Wang Ye with deep, resentful eyes, repeating the words over and over.

Just as Wang Ye turned around, an Old Man behind him suddenly developed a strange look in his eyes. His body became nimble as he quietly raised his hands again toward Wang Ye's head, carrying a bone-chilling coldness.

"Again?!"

Relying on his powerful instincts, Wang Ye swung his axe once more, tracing a graceful arc through the air.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Without him noticing, Wang Ye's clothes had already been dyed red with blood.

Looking at the few remaining corpses, Wang Ye took two steps back, leaned against the wall, and let out a soft breath.