Grimace Vine

As the mail coach gradually went farther and farther away, Wang Ye breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, when facing the faceless ghost, Wang Ye had a premonition that this mail coach could not protect him.

In the few short hours of traveling through the wasteland, Wang Ye's worldview had completely collapsed.

Sure enough...

Beneath the wasteland, dangers and opportunities abounded.

The mourning staff that ghost was holding must be a powerful paranormal object.

Thinking of this, Wang Ye suddenly felt some regret.

The tasks given by the post office each time seemed to provide opportunities to profit. Recalling that terrifying ten-mile graveyard, then thinking of the suburban cemetery, and the fragments of tombstones scattered all over the ground.

Those fragments of tombstones must be good stuff, they at least have the function of suppressing ghosts!

Unfortunately he didn't have any experience the first time, so he missed it.

Looking at the familiar road, Wang Ye carefully drove the mail coach, constantly looking around.

That terrifying severed hand had disappeared somehow.

And in the previous theater location, there was a huge pit. The woman who was singing just now was standing eerily at the edge of the pit, her costume fluttering in the wind.

Fortunately this time the woman did not sing, and Wang Ye was able to leave safely.

The door of that familiar mansion had opened somehow, but this time the boning knife had not changed abnormally.

One familiar scene after another receded outside the car window, and Wang Ye couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It seemed that the road back was much smoother. According to the navigation, he was getting closer and closer to Shangjing City.

"The post office gives opportunities to profit every time they assign a task,"

Wang Ye muttered to himself, and the speed of the car gradually slowed down.

And Wang Ye's eyes looked more to the sides.

After a long time...

Not far away in the sky, several half-burnt paper money floated, catching Wang Ye's attention. He suddenly stepped on the gas, got out of the car at great speed, and rolled the paper money into his hands.

A chill spread through Wang Ye's whole body. Wang Ye clearly felt his hands holding the paper money felt somewhat blocked.

Was he unable to use his abilities...

This paper money can suppress the paranormal abilities in the human body!

A smile appeared at the corner of Wang Ye's mouth. As paranormal abilities awakened, even if they weren't used, other parts of the body would gradually rot. If this paper money could suppress the feeling of paranormal abilities in the human body, wouldn't that mean it could extend a person's lifespan in a roundabout way?

What a treasure!

At this time, a faint cry was heard.

Wang Ye's eyes turned red again.

"Damn, it's that ghost thing!"

Wang Ye's face changed, and he hurriedly got in the car. This time he was very smart and didn't turn off the engine. The mail coach left at great speed.

Shortly after Wang Ye had just left, at his previous position, a figure dressed in mourning clothes and holding an incense burner abruptly appeared, crying incessantly.

Similar paper money kept burning in the incense burner.

"Sure enough, although there are risks, the returns are equally considerable!"

Wang Ye carefully put the three pieces of paper money he had rolled up into a box plated with a layer of gold, his eyes flashing with light.

He drove his car even slower now.

Opportunities like this to safely scavenge in the wasteland were extremely precious.

But soon, Wang Ye became somewhat disappointed.

There were indeed several good things along the way, but without exception there were ghosts guarding them. If they were ordinary ghosts, Wang Ye was confident he could snatch things from their tiger mouths, but those fellows gave off an innate feeling of terror that made Wang Ye subconsciously feel palpitations.

Seeing the car getting closer and closer to Shangjing City, Wang Ye's face was somewhat gloomy.

Suddenly, by the roadside ahead, a plant with a ghostly face and dark red veins all over its body appeared before Wang Ye's eyes.

And his hands gripping the steering wheel suddenly became somewhat hot.

A treasure!

Suitable for him!

Wang Ye judged in an instant. In his past life he had heard that paranormals could strengthen their own abilities through external factors!

Could this thing strengthen his hands?

Wang Ye stopped the car without any hesitation, and rushed to the plant with the ghostly face at great speed, pulling it out.

As Wang Ye moved, the face on the plant seemed to come alive, even faintly letting out a painful shriek.

And a violent pain spread through Wang Ye's whole body.

It was as if the blood inside his body was flowing in reverse, surging from his hands towards that plant with the ghostly face.

The originally dark red veins on the ghostly face plant gradually turned bright red, and the expression on the face at the top became somewhat hideous, its eyes looking at Wang Ye resentfully.

"Damn!"

Wang Ye growled lowly. His hands turned red, with clearly visible veins, and he could vaguely see the blood flowing in the veins.

In the next moment, Wang Ye pulled out the plant with the ghostly face.

Accompanied by a shrill scream, the eyes on the ghostly face closed, its expression settling into tranquility.

It seemed to have lost all signs of life.

At this moment, a sound of breaking air rang out behind Wang Ye's head.

Wang Ye's pupils contracted slightly. He subconsciously turned his head back. A golden crossbow bolt was stuck in the ground in front of Wang Ye, its tail end continuously trembling.

"Who's there!"

A flash of killing intent appeared in Wang Ye's eyes. Two gold needles silently slid out of his sleeves and steadily pinched between his fingers. He unhesitatingly shot them towards the figure behind him.

Seizing this opportunity, Wang Ye straightened his body and rushed at great speed towards the figure behind him, his hands and arms instantly turning red. His forearms even seemed to thicken slightly. He smashed down at the figure with all his might.

The figure's face revealed a trace of surprise, seemingly not having expected Wang Ye to react so quickly.

Feeling the threat brought by Wang Ye's arm, the figure's eyes showed some panic. He gritted his teeth with an extremely ugly look, and narrowly rolled on the ground in a very unsightly manner to dodge.

The next second, a violent impact came striking.

Where the figure had just stood, a pit appeared in the ground, with rocks flying everywhere.

A few small stones struck the figure, bringing waves of pain.

This...was the third ability Wang Ye's awakened hands possessed.

Plain and simple...

Immense strength.

Wang Ye had tested it. At full force, he could punch through a ten centimeter thick steel plate.

Feeling this power, the figure's expression abruptly changed. The way he looked at Wang Ye was now full of apprehension and regret.

And Wang Ye finally saw the appearance of the figure clearly.

He was a brawny man with terrifying scar marks on his face.

"Friend, misunderstanding."

The scar marks on the brawny man's face that looked like centipedes writhed slightly, appearing extremely hideous.

But very quickly, a smile emerged on the brawny man's face. With a subtle movement, he retreated back two steps, looking at Wang Ye and said: