Wailing Stick

Looking at the face reflected in the rearview mirror, Wang Ye's hair stood on end instantly.

He was certain that just three seconds ago, there was nothing behind the rearview mirror.

A person who appeared silently by his side really made one creep out.

Thinking of the mission prompt to deliver the letter to the first person seen at the destination, Wang Ye gritted his teeth and was about to open the car door.

At this moment, the gate of the manor suddenly opened.

A panting old lady ran out, looking at Wang Ye anxiously, "Don't give him the letter, he's not human!"

"Not human?"

A gleam flashed across Wang Ye's eyes as cold sweat instantly broke out all over his body.

In an instant, Wang Ye's brain spun rapidly, as if he had figured something out, looking terrified.

"Damn postal office, there's a trap in the mission prompt."

Wang Ye cursed through gritted teeth. The prompt said to deliver it to the first person seen, but ghosts...are not human.

If he had misunderstood and delivered the letter to the man...

The consequences would be unimaginable.

Hearing the old lady's words, the man's face immediately darkened. He turned around, staring at her with eyes full of deathly stillness. After a long time, he said coldly, "Don't be fooled by her, give the letter to me."

"Can't give it to him!"

The old lady looked extremely nervous, shaking her head at Wang Ye.

Seeing this scene before his eyes, Wang Ye's pupils suddenly contracted...

These two people could actually talk to each other!

In his previous life, Wang Ye had handled dozens of paranormal events, big and small, but no ghost had any emotion or thoughts!

At most they could erode a human's brain and alter one's thinking to cause external influence.

But the scene before him now broke his usual knowledge.

At least one of these two must be a ghost, which meant that ghosts were not without thoughts, but rather highly intelligent, with thoughts that Wang Ye had never encountered before.

Wang Ye quickly pulled back his wandering emotions, looking at the two solemnly, sitting in the car without saying a word.

Oddly, the two outside obviously had some apprehension about each other, and did not make a move, just silently stared at each other, waiting for Wang Ye's decision.

Sitting in the car, Wang Ye observed for a long time...

The pale, creepy middle-aged man, and the anxious old lady with a nervous look.

"I think I know now."

Finally, Wang Ye's eyes showed a hint of determination. At an extremely fast speed he got out of the car and handed the letter to the man.

Holding the letter, the originally pale man's face instantly turned somewhat ruddy, no longer appearing lifeless, but showing a hint of vitality.

Looking at Wang Ye, there was appreciation in the man's eyes.

The old lady in the distance, however, instantly had a hideous expression, looking at Wang Ye with bitter hatred.

"Why!"

As the voice rang out, the old lady's body rapidly shriveled at a strange speed, her whole body like a dried corpse, with one eyeball popping out of its socket.

On her head was nailed an ancient-looking bronze nail.

Wang Ye instinctively took two steps back, standing behind the man, taking a deep look at the nail on the old lady's head.

Sure enough, made by the Post Office.

Identical to the one nailed to his 404 photo.

"How did you find out?"

The old lady's voice was no longer as humane as before, but gloomy and icy cold, her resentful gaze seeming to pierce through Wang Ye.

"First of all, how could an old lady who pants after taking two steps exist in the remote wasteland."

"Secondly, you were too normal, as normal as my neighbor's granny. A person with that personality wouldn't live long."

"Finally, you kept standing at the entrance of the manor, without taking a single step out, you must have been sealed..."

Wang Ye looked at the old lady calmly as he spoke plainly.

Beside him, the letter in the man's hand finally turned completely to ashes, dissipating into the air.

"You..."

"That's right."

The man seemed somewhat inarticulate. After organizing his words for a long time, he looked at Wang Ye and said.

The man then looked at the old lady, a faint smile appearing at the corners of his mouth. He took a step forward, his whole body covered in azure glow.

Seeing the man's back, Wang Ye's pupils suddenly contracted.

Five spots.

A full five spots were flickering with azure glow.

In an era where most people only awakened one part of their body, and awakening two was already the peak for the top powerhouses in Beijing, there was actually someone who had awakened five parts here in this remote wasteland.

This was not a simple 1+1 issue.

Every part of the body that awakened would produce a huge qualitative change in the person's overall strength.

The awakened parts of the body, with circulating blood and complementing bodily functions, produced tremendous effects.

One couldn't imagine just how terrifying an existence this person was.

Also...

He didn't seem unfamiliar with the Post Office's letter.

Perhaps he could provide some secrets about the Post Office.

Unfortunately, just as Wang Ye was about to speak, the azure glow on the man flickered. The manor, the man, and the old lady all disappeared into the wasteland,

As if they had never appeared at all.

"Disappeared?"

Wang Ye's eyes were full of shock. The scene before him was unexplainable by his current knowledge.

Perhaps his understanding of this world was too little.

While the scene before him was shocking, it also filled Wang Ye's eyes with fighting spirit.

In his previous life, even as an ordinary person, he had squeezed into an A-level team and became an indispensable part.

Let alone this life, where he had embarked on the path of the supernatural.

One day, this world would hold no secrets in his eyes.

Wang Ye soon calmed down.

The air gradually turned gloomy. In the distance, a figure in white mourning clothes, holding a mourning staff, appeared in Wang Ye's line of sight.

Wang Ye's expression changed slightly. He quickly got back into the postal car and slammed the door shut, starting the car.

But accompanied by the roar from the engine, the car just wouldn't start.

"Damn it!"

Anxious frustration flashed across Wang Ye's eyes as he kept stepping on the accelerator, watching the approaching figure.

He could even vaguely see the figure's face.

This...

This ghost seemed to have no face!

Finally, accompanied by a roar from the engine, the postal car finally moved.

Wang Ye hurriedly turned the steering wheel, following the same road back.

This bizarre wasteland held the threat of death with just one minute outside the car.

As the postal car drove away, the figure holding the mourning staff stopped in place. The icy eyes devoid of any emotion silently watched the direction the postal car disappeared in.

Gradually...

Facial features actually twisted into appearance on the faceless face.

Eventually forming an appearance identical to Wang Ye's face.

This face was somewhat stiff initially, but gradually even showed a nervous, panicked expression.

Identical to Wang Ye's expression when he left.

Just then, a cold snort sounded, and a flash of azure light slashed at the figure's face from the void.

The figure showed an expression of pain, letting out a miserable shriek.

Finally, Wang Ye's visage gradually disappeared, and the figure once again lost its face.

It stood in place, motionless for a few minutes, before taking up the mourning staff and disappearing again into the mist.