Deadlock

It was not that Wang Ye had gone soft-hearted, or that he felt humiliated by a failed interrogation.

Rather—

That trace of beastliness.

It was what had lingered in Bai Guang's eyes at the very moment of his death. Wang Ye found that look very familiar.

Ghosts.

The ghosts scattered throughout the Wasteland.

Those ghosts likewise possessed no human intelligence, only numb, icy gazes.

They did not know what death was, nor what emotions were. They only knew to consume blood and vitality, seize better organs, and continuously make themselves stronger.

Only deep in their bones did they retain the faintest instinctive fear of the strong.

Only after becoming Ghost Kings did they barely gain a little intelligence, though it was still muddled and ignorant. Deep down, they remained filled with slaughter and violence.

Yet it was precisely because of that tiny shred of intelligence that countless ghosts in the Wasteland had created that spectacular scene of hunting him down.

Killing anyone was still killing. Toward him, they held an instinctive fury.

That made the choice much easier.

It was like a Supernatural Incident involving two ordinary people. One constantly radiated anger toward the ghost, while the other remained calmer. The ghost would kill the one with greater hostility toward it first.

It looked complicated and incomprehensible, but once explained, it was really that simple.

But what kind of existence could transform a perfectly good person into something like this? And the emotional changes had come so abruptly, more like someone was secretly controlling him.

That was—

Even more outrageous.

Planting a seed in someone's mind, continuously nurturing it, influencing their emotions and senses, and even controlling their thoughts at a critical moment, including their death.

It sounded like such an abstruse technique was something the Daoist sect might... be