Who Said... This Was the Last One

As Wang Ye pressed himself against the wall, all the corpses returned to their previous rigid state and slowly approached him.

Looking at the horde of corpses, Wang Ye frowned slightly, a thoughtful look flashing through his eyes.

"Can they only become nimble when people are off guard?"

"Or do they need to be behind someone?"

"No, not behind them! When that fake Zhang Han came earlier, it was still nimble even from the front."

"So they need people to be unaware. And every time they attack, they try to touch my head."

"Can they only kill by touching the head?"

"Seriously, a head-patting kill."

Wang Ye could not help but complain, though a hint of understanding showed in his eyes.

Against a single person, this kind of ghost might not have seemed particularly special. But in the specific environment of the Shopping Mall, it could easily snowball and silently kill everyone inside.

It was even more effective against a Superhuman squad.

In that case...

Those Superhumans had not died unjustly.

"Do you have any other tricks now?"

After a brief rest, Wang Ye gripped the axe in his hand and charged into the horde again.

Several minutes later.

On the entire fourth floor, only Wang Ye remained standing, holding a chipped fire axe as blood continuously dripped from its blade.

The overpowering stench of blood and corpses strewn everywhere had turned the Shopping Mall into a battlefield of carnage—grim and terrifying.

"Y-You're from Headquarters?"

A voice suddenly came from a room some distance away.

A cold glint flashed through Wang Ye's eyes. His bloodthirsty gaze uncontrollably turned toward the source of the voice.

All of a sudden.

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

She swore that Wang Ye's terrifying appearance had been branded into her mind at that moment, something she would never forget for the rest of her life.

"Cough, cough. My name is Liu Qian. I'm a Superhuman from the Logistics Department. My ability awakened in my throat."

Liu Qian pushed open the door and emerged with one hand pressed to her chest, her face pale as she coughed incessantly.

Inside the room, Zhang Han and Wang Qiang also emerged cautiously. Their eyes were filled with intense shock when they looked at Wang Ye, along with...

Fear.

Was this even human?

Looking at the corpses covering the ground and Wang Ye's blood-smeared face.

Only two words surfaced in Wang Qiang's heart.

A demon.

To prove that she was a Superhuman, Liu Qian took out her phone and pulled up the rescue text message she had sent earlier, showing it to Wang Ye from afar.

"I sent the distress message."

Wang Ye frowned slightly, his expression cold and somewhat terrifying beneath all the blood.

"In a Ghost Domain of this level, how did you send a text?"

Liu Qian coughed twice, and a few drops of blood trickled from the corner of her lips. "My ability can temporarily affect magnetic fields, but the price is severe."

"The injury to my throat was left behind when I forcibly broke through the Ghost Domain's magnetic field."

Already somewhat pretty, her pale complexion made her seem especially pitiful.

The several tears in her clothes exposed just enough skin to stir the deepest desires in a person.

"Fine."

Wang Ye's expression remained as cold as ever, as though he had not seen any of it. "Let's end this quickly."

"Huh?"

Wang Qiang froze, as if he had not heard clearly. "How do we end this quickly?"

Liu Qian and Zhang Han also looked at Wang Ye in confusion. As though by accident, Liu Qian's hand covering her chest loosened.

Revealing a patch of snowy-white skin.

Liu Qian seemed to realize it only afterward and hurriedly covered herself again.

"Woman, put away your little tricks." Wang Ye gave Liu Qian a cold glance before continuing. "This ghost can control corpses, and it seems capable of changing its appearance to become someone else."

"The simplest way to find it is to chop off the heads of every dead person in the Shopping Mall."

"If it has no one to use, this ghost..."

"Won't be able to hide."

As he spoke, Wang Ye tossed aside the chipped fire axe in his hand and took a new one from a fire hydrant nearby.

Hearing Wang Ye's words, Liu Qian's face reddened slightly, and she subconsciously adjusted her clothes.

Wang Qiang frowned slightly, thought for a moment, then nodded. "That works."

Only Zhang Han looked hesitant. "Isn't that too bloody?"

"Then you can stay here and wait to die."

Wang Ye turned around and tested the axe in his hand to see if it felt right, his voice icy.

Wang Qiang hesitated for only two seconds before acting. He ran to another fire hydrant in the distance and copied Wang Ye, taking out a fire axe.

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

Soon, all four of them held a fire axe as they began their slaughter through the entire Shopping Mall.

"Be careful. Ghost Slaves will become nimble in the places you aren't paying attention to and launch sneak attacks."

"Let's hope you don't die."

"After all, it would be hard to explain if I didn't bring out two survivors."

Wang Ye spoke coldly as he swung his axe, as though he were merely stating a fact.

Wang Qiang and the other two fell silent. Without saying a word, they did their best to contribute.

Gradually.

Almost all the Ghost Slaves in the entire Shopping Mall were dealt with.

Other than Wang Ye, the three of them had more or less sustained some injuries. They leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

In the lobby on the first floor, the final Ghost Slave stood where it was, staring blankly at the three of them before revealing a strange smile.

"The last one!"

Excitement flashed in Wang Qiang's eyes. He gritted his teeth, tightened his grip on the axe, and chopped down at the Ghost Slave.

The Ghost Slave's rigid body could not dodge in time and fell straight to the ground.

"That wasn't it?"

Seeing the Ghost Slave go down so easily, Wang Qiang froze and could not help turning to Wang Ye with suspicion in his eyes. "Did you guess wrong?"

"Damn it!"

"I knew doing this couldn't possibly solve the problem." Zhang Han sounded anxious as he uneasily looked around. The way he looked at Wang Ye was filled with dissatisfaction.

In a nearby corner, Liu Qian bit her lip and glanced at Wang Ye without saying anything.

"Who said..."

"This was the last one?"

Wang Ye said flatly.

"What?"

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

After thinking for a moment, Wang Qiang suddenly understood. He instantly retreated two steps, tightened his grip on his axe, and coldly watched Liu Qian and Zhang Han with scrutiny in his eyes.

Liu Qian quickly caught on as well, her face turning slightly pale.

Zhang Han silently picked up the axe he had tossed away in the distance, his expression cold.

"Werewolf Game."

"Now begins."

"Who is the ghost?"

Wang Ye's expression remained indifferent as he spoke calmly.