Now... It's My Turn

Looking at the expressionless crowd around him with empty eyes, Wang Ye wiped the blood off his face and revealed a trace of a terrifying smile.

"Now..."

"It's my turn!"

As he said that, the fire axe in Wang Ye's hand swung as if weightless.

One head after another fell to the ground as the fire axe swung. In just three minutes, there was no one left standing within dozens of meters of Wang Ye.

Blood seeped into the ground... The decapitated heads looked at Wang Ye resentfully, but without their bodies, they were powerless against him.

"Die!"

"Die!"

Chilly voices rang out from the heads, echoing endlessly in Wang Ye's ears.

Covered in blood and holding a fire axe while wearing a firefighter's uniform, Wang Ye stood amidst a pile of corpses, exuding a fierce killing aura, seeming more evil than a ghost...

"Anymore..."

Wang Ye grinned hideously, but his eyes were strangely calm.

Thanks to his strengthened body, his breathing should have been heavy, but his condition was surprisingly good.

Clearly, this ghost could control the dead bodies. Without finding its source, violence was the most efficient method.

If he had kind thoughts and believed these people could still be saved, the one dying would be Wang Ye.

He understood this very clearly, so he acted decisively without hesitation.

Just then...

A young man came running over breathlessly. Seeing Wang Ye, his eyes lit up as they filled with madness: "You're the backup sent by headquarters!"

"I'm Zhang Han. Those two are now possessed by a ghost and need help."

Zhang Han said agitatedly.

Wang Ye coldly turned around and looked at Zhang Han as a fierce killing aura spread...

"Where are they?"

Wang Ye asked expressionlessly while looking at Zhang Han.

"On the fourth floor!!!"

Zhang Han's eyes were filled with anxiety: "I'll take you there. There's someone who looks just like me mixed in with them on the fourth floor. If this drags on any longer, they'll be in danger!"

After saying that, Zhang Han walked towards the stairwell first.

The next second...

The cold blade of the fire axe chopped into Zhang Han's neck. He turned around in shock as his eyes filled with disbelief looking at Wang Ye.

"Why..."

He seemed to use all his strength to utter those three words before completely closing his eyes.

Wang Ye silently retrieved his axe, a cold smile at the corner of his mouth: "Seeing me, you believed I was sent by headquarters without even confirming my identity."

"With four paranormals already dead, you didn't find it strange that headquarters only sent me."

"Seeing a pile of corpses, you were not surprised or suspicious..."

"It seems you were insulting my intelligence."

"And lastly..."

"Thank you for pointing the way."

Wang Ye looked at Zhang Han's corpse on the ground and laughed as he picked up the bloodied axe and walked towards the fourth floor.

In the mall, many people with stiff expressions and empty eyes strangely retreated along with Wang Ye's footsteps.

At this moment...

It seemed even the ghosts were deterred by Wang Ye's fierce aura.

And to the side, Zhang Han's corpse that had fallen to the ground suddenly opened its eyes as it looked at Wang Ye's back resentfully, a bizarre smile at the corner of its mouth.

The stairwell was empty, and only the sound of Wang Ye's footsteps echoed in the quiet environment.

At the entrance to each floor's stairwell, there was an expressionless person standing there silently watching Wang Ye.

Wang Ye acted as if he didn't notice them at all. Carrying the dripping bloody axe, he swaggered towards the fourth floor.

Finally, looking at the number plaque showing "4F" and the crowd blocking the exit, Wang Ye lifted the axe in his hand. Along with the blood covering his face, he revealed what he thought was a sunny smile.

"Are you sure you still want to block me?"

After Wang Ye's figure moved, the crowd was silent for a few seconds before retreating backwards, clearing the way to the door.

Hmph.

Wang Ye sneered disdainfully as the axe traced a graceful arc through the air before being slung over his shoulder.

"It seems smarter ghosts are easier to deal with."

As he said that, Wang Ye strode arrogantly through the crowd of stiff corpses.

No matter how sinister and resentful their gazes were towards him...

After wandering aimlessly on the fourth floor for a long time without finding any trace of the three paranormals, Wang Ye's brows furrowed slightly.

"That ghost thing didn't trick me, did it?"

"Judging by its performance earlier, it shouldn't have been that intelligent."

Wang Ye couldn't help murmuring to himself. His eyes kept scanning his surroundings, but these corpses always stood not far away, using their greater numbers to obstruct his vision.

"This ghost is quite timid."

Wang Ye couldn't help but complain. Looking at the corpses, he felt a little irritable: "Back away, or I'll take action. Annoying!"

"Hehe..."

"Die..."

"Die..."

The stiff corpses' faces simultaneously revealed bizarre smiles. Their empty gazes looked at Wang Ye as they uttered low voices in unison.

Because she had strained too hard, one of the women's eyeballs popped out from its socket and fell at Wang Ye's feet.

"So annoying."

Wang Ye's brows furrowed slightly as his eyes suddenly erupted with a fierce killing intent. Raising the fire axe in his hand, he killed his way into the crowd of corpses.

Soon...

The scene from the first floor was replicated again.

These stiff corpses moved extremely sluggishly. To Wang Ye, it was like chopping melons and vegetables.

Moving sluggishly?

No!

Wang Ye was instantly alert.

The Zhang Han impersonated by the ghost earlier moved just like a normal person.

A flash of chill flickered in Wang Ye's eyes.

Among the stiff corpses, a young and sexy woman had quietly come up behind Wang Ye at some point. Her pale hands were raised, reaching for Wang Ye's head.

Wang Ye felt a chill on the back of his neck as a sense of danger spread through his body.

Danger!

Wang Ye's eyes turned icy cold. Without hesitation, he turned around and chopped at the woman with his axe.

The woman's head rolled on the ground like a ball, constantly spinning.

"Almost..."

The woman's head stared fixedly at Wang Ye, full of resentment. It let out eerie laughter and repeatedly said:

"Die... Die..."

And just as Wang Ye had turned around, an old man's expression in the crowd suddenly turned sinister. His body became nimble as he quietly raised his hands again, reaching for Wang Ye's head.

"Again!"

Relying on his keen intuition, Wang Ye swung the axe in his hand again...

Blood splattered everywhere.

Wang Ye's clothes had been dyed red with blood without him realizing it.

Looking at the few corpses left, Wang Ye retreated two steps and leaned against the wall, breathing lightly.