No one knew how long it took for the intense pain to finally subside.
The blood had already dyed Wang Ye's clothes red and was stuck to his skin.
The cracks on his skin had disappeared at some point, and his decaying functions were restored to normal again.
Wang Ye got up from the ground and sensed the changes in his body, muttering to himself: "My body has been enhanced?"
"But this surge of energy was a bit too overbearing."
Recalling the recent experience, Wang Ye couldn't help but shudder.
He really didn't want to go through that kind of pain again.
However, it seemed that his body's strength, speed and so on had all been enhanced during the energy baptism.
The martial arts he had practiced for more than ten years in his previous life now looked inadequate in his current body.
"So this is the reward for becoming a ghost courier..."
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Wang Ye's mouth. Indeed, danger and opportunity always coexisted.
Arriving at the front desk, sure enough...
A set of black, somewhat retro clothes was placed on the front desk.
Looking at the bright red "Courier" character on the back of the top, seemingly painted with blood, the corner of Wang Ye's mouth twitched.
Couldn't it look cooler...
It really was a postal uniform.
As usual, an introduction was written next to it.
Ghost Courier Uniform: Resists long-range curses (upgradeable)
Junior Courier Privilege: Can borrow a postal car once a month (3 hours).
Next delivery time: 7 days later.
Wang Ye's eyes lit up when he saw the contents on the note.
He had just experienced the power of the postal car firsthand.
It could travel freely on the outskirts of the wasteland, and even penetrate deep into the wasteland with some risk.
If used well, couldn't he go out scavenging every month!
Moreover, this ghost courier uniform also made Wang Ye very satisfied.
It was known that there were ghosts capable of remote curse killings in known paranormal events.
The most famous one, whose ghost source was still not found, could transmit voices through radio broadcasts.
All who heard the voice would die from various problems within three days.
Fortunately, the transmission rate was not high, which was the silver lining of the misfortune.
"It seems that the post office was also afraid that their couriers would be too unlucky and be killed by remote curses..."
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Wang Ye's mouth. "I'm really looking forward to the next task."
After speaking, Wang Ye took the ghost courier uniform and returned to his home.
Seeing his own bloodstained clothes and dirty body, he took a cold shower without hesitation and put on the ghost courier uniform.
A chill spread throughout his body. Wang Ye could feel that his physical strength seemed to be increasing at a very weak rate.
"It can also enhance my physique!"
Wang Ye was a little surprised. It seemed that this ghost courier uniform was far from as simple as the post office had described.
For the post office, these were probably negligible things, and the only thing worth mentioning was resistance to curses.
"Although the clothes are a bit ugly, who cares."
Wang Ye sat satisfied on the sofa.
At this time, Zhang ZiLiang called Wang Ye again.
"Hey, I called you just now but you were out of the service area. What happened?"
There was doubt in Zhang ZiLiang's voice.
Recalling that he had just come out of the post office, Wang Ye was a little embarrassed. "I was researching a paranormal item just now, which may have blocked the signal."
"That thing is more terrifying than imagined. They can't hold on anymore. The information sent back so far is... three killed in action!"
Zhang ZiLiang's voice was heavy. "So I need you to step in now."
"Okay, I know. Give me 10 minutes to get ready." Wang Ye fell silent for a few seconds before replying, then hung up the phone.
Taking a deep breath, Wang Ye opened the hidden compartment and took out the ghost vine, peeling off the paper money stuck on it.
His hand holding the ghost vine instantly turned red.
The ghost vine seemed to be stimulated. Its dark red veins emerged, resonating with Wang Ye's arm.
Through the veins, one could clearly see that Wang Ye's arm seemed to be constantly absorbing something from the ghost vine, and the originally dormant ghost face suddenly opened its eyes and let out a series of shrill cries, its eyes full of resentment.
Wang Ye clearly felt waves of energy constantly injected into his hands.
Five minutes later...
The ghost vine completely withered, and the ghost face on it withered and its shape was no longer visible.
As a gust of wind blew by, the ghost vine turned into a wisp of dust and dissipated between heaven and earth.
Meanwhile, a face exactly like the one on the ghost vine had appeared in Wang Ye's palm at some point, but the expression on the ghost face was somewhat strange, seeming to be smiling.
After silently sensing for a while, a faint smile appeared at the corner of Wang Ye's mouth. He withdrew the energy.
The ghost face disappeared from Wang Ye's palm, and everything returned to normal.
Hanging the rope around his waist, checking the flesh scraping knife, doll, and making sure everything was fine, Wang Ye pushed open the door and left home.
The mysterious postal car had disappeared outside the community entrance at some point.
But the familiar black sedan and driver appeared on time.
Seeing Wang Ye come out, the driver hurriedly opened the car door. The situation seemed to be quite serious, with some anxiety in the driver's expression.
"The address is near a shopping mall at the city south road exit."
"The area within a kilometer has been sealed off. The three surviving espers are currently trapped inside."
"Zhang Han, male, 23 years old. Blood awakening, known abilities: His blood can temporarily suppress ghosts when touching them."
"Liu Qian, female, 20 years old. Throat awakening, known abilities: Her voice has seductive power and can influence ghosts' actions to some extent."
"Wang Qiang, male, 30 years old. Skin awakening, known abilities: Extremely strong impact resistance, other unknown."
Wang Ye silently nodded as he listened to the information of the three espers.
Sure enough, Zhang ZiLiang had made preparations. These three espers' abilities were quite complementary and suitable for team formation.
But...
Likewise, the ghost must be very powerful too.
After all, only three were left alive out of the team that Zhang ZiLiang had carefully unearthed... That old fox must be hurting badly now.
Wang Ye suddenly had some schadenfreude at the thought.
Suddenly thinking of something, Wang Ye asked, "What about the information on the ghost?"
"..."
The driver was silent for a long time before slowly saying, "All information about the ghost... unknown."
"Unknown?"
Wang Ye frowned slightly, looking at the driver scrutinizingly.
"Yes..."
The driver was a little helpless. "It has been in a no-signal state all along in there, unable to contact the espers."
"It wasn't until half an hour ago that a brief, weak signal was transmitted."
"Moreover, the signal only lasted for 10 seconds."
"The transmission content was just one short message."
"Zhang Han, Liu Qian, Wang Qiang alive. Help needed!"
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
