Within Lin'an City.
Despair and wailing filled the air.
Corpses lay everywhere on the ground.
Every corpse had been severed at the waist, split into two halves.
Countless dead bodies on the streets had turned into Ghost Slaves, wandering the streets with stiff steps.
A line of blood ran across the waist of every Ghost Slave.
Some Ghost Slaves would be walking when their upper bodies suddenly fell to the ground.
Then, they would prop themselves up with their arms, crawl back to their legs, and reattach themselves.
Amidst all this horror,
Lin'an City was like hell at that moment, its bloodlust soaring into the sky.
There were hardly any pedestrians left on the streets. Everyone had hidden away.
From time to time, someone would be discovered, followed by a shrill scream.
Before long, those who had just died would become new Ghost Slaves, rising again and searching endlessly.
The thick, pungent stench of blood was enough to make one retch.
The vehicle
slowly came to a stop.
The Mail Truck was clearly conveying a sense of resistance, unwilling to go any deeper.
It seemed that the smell of blood was provoking the Mail Truck.
"Can't get stained with blood?"
Wang Ye looked at the tires of the Mail Truck. Wherever they had been stained with blood, the rubber was continuously corroding.
As Wang Ye and Xiao Si got out, the Mail Truck started up on its own, quickly retreating before finally vanishing from sight.
"Heh, even the way back is gone now."
Wang Ye muttered to himself, silently taking out the Ghost Messenger Blade and gripping it tightly.
Without the Mail Truck's protection, all the Ghost Slaves wandering the streets immediately fixed their eyes on Wang Ye. Then, controlling their stiff bodies, they charged at him without pause.
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