Who Said... This Was the Last One

As Wang Ye's body pressed against the wall, all the corpses reverted to their previous stiff state, slowly closing in on him.

Watching the horde of corpses, Wang Ye furrowed his brow slightly, a flicker of contemplation in his eyes.

"Only when someone's off guard does it get nimble?"

"Or is it that it needs to be behind them?"

"No, not behind. When that fake Zhang Han came earlier, it was in front and still nimble."

"So that means it needs the person to be unaware. And every time it acts, it reaches for my head."

"Only lethal if it touches the head?"

"Seriously, a head-touch kill."

Wang Ye couldn't help but mock, though a hint of understanding gleamed in his eyes.

This kind of ghost, one-on-one, might not be anything special, but in the specific environment of the Shopping Mall, it could easily snowball, silently wiping out everyone inside.

And it was even more targeted toward Superhuman teams.

If that was the case.

Those Superhumans didn't die unfairly.

"Now, do you have any other tricks?"

After a brief rest, Wang Ye hoisted the axe in his hand and charged back into the corpse horde.

Minutes later.

On the entire fourth floor, only Wang Ye stood, holding a fire axe with a blunted edge, blood steadily dripping from the blade.

The overwhelming stench of blood and the corpses strewn everywhere turned the Shopping Mall into a slaughterhouse—gloomy, terrifying.

"You... are you from Headquarters?"

Suddenly, a voice came from a room not far away.

A cold glint flashed in Wang Ye's eyes, and his murderous gaze uncontrollably turned toward the sound.

Abruptly.

Seeing Wang Ye, drenched in blood and radiating a terrifying aura, the figure froze in place from sheer fright.

She swore that in that instant, Wang Ye's horrifying image was seared into her mind, never to be forgotten for the rest of her life.

"Cough, cough. I'm Liu Qian, a Superhuman from the Logistics Department, awakened in the throat area..."

Liu Qian pushed open the door, clutching her chest, her face pale as she stepped out, coughing incessantly.

Inside the room, Zhang Han and Wang Qiang also emerged cautiously, their eyes filled with intense shock and...

Fear.

Was this even a human?

Looking at the corpses on the ground and the blood-smeared face.

Wang Qiang had only two words in his mind.

Demon.

To prove her identity as a Superhuman, Liu Qian pulled out her phone, scrolled to the distress message she'd sent earlier, and showed it to Wang Ye from a distance.

"I sent the distress signal."

Wang Ye furrowed his brow slightly, his expression cold, made even more terrifying by the blood.

"How did you send a message in a Ghost Domain of this level?"

Liu Qian coughed twice, a few drops of blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. "My ability can briefly affect magnetic fields, but the cost is heavy."

"The injury on my throat is from forcibly breaking through the Ghost Domain's magnetic field."

Already somewhat attractive, her pale complexion made her look pitifully charming.

A few tears in her clothes, revealing skin just right, seemed capable of stirring the deepest desires.

"Fine."

Wang Ye's expression remained as cold as ever, as if blind to all of it. "Let's finish this quickly."

"Huh?"

Wang Qiang was stunned, as if he hadn't heard clearly. "How do we finish it quickly?"

Liu Qian and Zhang Han also looked at Wang Ye in confusion, and as if by accident, Liu Qian's hand loosened on her chest.

Inadvertently revealing a patch of pale skin.

Liu Qian, as if belatedly realizing, panicked and covered herself again.

"Woman, drop your little tricks." Wang Ye shot Liu Qian a cold glance, then said, "This ghost can control corpses and seems to change its appearance to mimic others."

"The simplest way to find the ghost is to chop off the heads of all the dead in the Shopping Mall."

"If there's no one left to use, then this ghost..."

"They won't stay hidden."

With that, Wang Ye dropped the already-blunted fire axe and grabbed a fresh one from the nearby fire hydrant.

Liu Qian's face flushed slightly at his words, and she instinctively adjusted her clothes.

Wang Qiang frowned, thought for a moment, then nodded. "Fine."

Only Zhang Han looked hesitant. "This is too bloody."

"Then you can stay here and die."

Wang Ye turned, hefting the axe in his hand to test its balance, his voice icy.

Wang Qiang hesitated only two seconds before springing into action, running to another fire hydrant further off and grabbing an axe in imitation.

Liu Qian and Zhang Han exchanged a glance, gritted their teeth, and moved.

Soon, all four had a fire axe in hand, and within the entire shopping mall, they began a slaughter.

"Watch yourselves. If you're careless, the Ghost Slaves will get nimble and ambush you."

"Hope you don't bite it."

"After all, I can't exactly report back without dragging out two survivors."

Wang Ye swung his axe as he spoke coldly, as if stating a simple fact.

Wang Qiang and the other two stayed silent, working hard to contribute.

Gradually, all the Ghost Slaves in the mall were mostly dealt with.

Aside from Wang Ye, the other three bore various wounds, panting as they leaned against the wall.

In the lobby on the first floor, the last Ghost Slave stood still, staring blankly at Wang Ye and the others with a creepy grin.

"The last one!"

Wang Qiang's eyes gleamed with excitement. He gritted his teeth, tightened his grip on the axe, and swung it down at the Ghost Slave.

The Ghost Slave's stiff body failed to dodge and collapsed straight to the floor.

"No?"

Staring at the Ghost Slave he'd easily cut down, Wang Qiang froze, then turned back to Wang Ye with a questioning look. "Did you guess wrong?"

"Damn it!"

"I knew this wouldn't solve anything." Zhang Han's voice was anxious as he looked around uneasily, his gaze at Wang Ye full of resentment.

In the corner, Liu Qian bit her lip, glanced at Wang Ye, and said nothing.

"Who said,"

"that was the last one."

Wang Ye said flatly.

"What?"

Wang Qiang, Liu Qian, and Zhang Han looked at him in confusion.

Wang Qiang thought for a moment, then suddenly realized. He stepped back two paces, tightened his grip on the axe, and stared coldly at Liu Qian and Zhang Han, his eyes sharp with scrutiny.

Liu Qian caught on quickly, her face paling slightly.

Zhang Han silently picked up the axe he'd tossed aside, his expression turning icy.

"Werewolf Game,"

"starts now."

"Who's the ghost?"

Wang Ye's face remained cold as he spoke calmly.