Who says... It's the last one

As Wang Ye's body leaned against the wall, all the corpses resumed their previous stiff state and slowly moved towards Wang Ye.

Looking at the group of corpses, Wang Ye frowned slightly, with a hint of contemplation in his eyes.

"They can only become agile when people are off guard?"

"Or do they need to be behind people..."

"No, not behind! When the fake Zhang Han came before, he was still very agile while facing me."

"That is to say, they need the person to be unaware. And every time they make a move, it is to touch my head."

"Can they only kill by touching the head?"

"Truly, kill by touching the head."

Wang Ye couldn't help but quip, but there was a trace of realization in his eyes.

This kind of ghost, perhaps nothing special in one-on-one situations, but in the specific environment of the mall, it could easily snowball, silently killing everyone in the mall.

It was also more targeted against the team of espers.

That is to say...

Those dead espers did not die unjustly.

"Now, do you have any other means?"

Wang Ye revealed a trace of a smile at the corner of his mouth. After a brief rest, he picked up the axe in his hand and killed towards the group of corpses again.

A few minutes later...

On the entire fourth floor, only Wang Ye was left standing, holding an axe with a curled blade in his hand, blood kept dripping down along the blade.

The pungent smell of blood, and the corpses all over the ground, turned the mall into a scene of carnage, eerie and terrifying.

"Are you...from the headquarters?"

Suddenly, a voice came from a room not far away.

A cold light flashed through Wang Ye's eyes as he involuntarily looked towards the source of the sound with killing intent in his eyes.

Abruptly.

Looking at the blood-soaked, terrifying Wang Ye, the figure was scared stiff in place.

She swore that Wang Ye's terrifying appearance at this moment was imprinted in her mind, and she would never forget it for the rest of her life.

"Cough cough...My name is Liu Qian, a logistics department esper, awakened in the throat..."

Liu Qian pushed open the door, covering her chest with her hand, her face pale as she walked out, coughing incessantly.

Zhang Han and Wang Qiang also walked out of the room cautiously, looking at Wang Ye with deep astonishment and...

Fear in their eyes.

Is this still a person...

Looking at the corpses all over the floor, the blood-stained face...

Wang Qiang only had two words in his mind...

Demon...

To prove her identity as an esper, Liu Qian took out her phone and flipped to the rescue text message she had sent before, showing it to Wang Ye from afar.

"I sent the distress message."

Wang Ye frowned slightly, his expression icy cold, looking somewhat terrifying under the blood stains.

"How did you send a text message under this level of ghost domain?"

Liu Qian coughed twice, a few drops of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth: "My ability can temporarily affect the magnetic field, but the cost is very high."

"The injury in my throat is left from forcibly breaking through the ghost domain magnetic field."

With her originally delicate features, paired with her pale complexion, she looked pitiful.

The few damaged parts of her clothes just revealed the right amount of skin, as if it could arouse the deepest desires in people.

"Alright."

Wang Ye's expression remained cold as ever, as if he was blind to all this: "Let's make it quick."

"Huh?"

Wang Qiang was taken aback for a moment, as if he didn't hear clearly: "How to make it quick?"

Liu Qian and Zhang Han also looked at Wang Ye in puzzlement, seemingly inadvertently, Liu Qian loosened her hand covering her chest a little.

A glimpse of snow white.

Liu Qian belatedly became flustered and hurriedly covered her body again.

"Woman, put away your little tricks." Wang Ye glanced coldly at Liu Qian, then said indifferently: "This ghost can manipulate corpses, and it seems to be able to change its appearance and turn into someone else."

"The simplest way to find the ghost is to chop off the heads of all the dead in the mall."

"With no one to use, this ghost..."

"Will have nowhere to hide."

As he spoke, Wang Ye threw away the curled axe in his hand and took a new one from the nearby fire hydrant.

Hearing Wang Ye's words, Liu Qian's expression flushed slightly as she subconsciously folded her clothes a little.

Wang Qiang frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, then nodded: "That could work."

Only Zhang Han looked a little hesitant: "This...is too bloody."

"Then you can stay here and wait to die."

Wang Ye turned around, gestured with the axe in his hand to test if it felt right, and said coldly.

Wang Qiang only hesitated for two seconds before starting to act. He ran to another fire hydrant in the distance and followed suit, picking up a fire axe.

Liu Qian and Zhang Han looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and sprang into action.

Soon, the four of them each held a fire axe and embarked on a killing spree throughout the mall.

"Be careful, the positions where you are inattentive, the ghost slaves will become agile and sneak attack you."

"I hope you don't die."

"After all, it wouldn't look good to not bring two survivors back."

Wang Ye kept swinging the axe while saying coldly, as if he was just stating a fact.

Wang Qiang and the other three fell silent, not saying a word, trying their best to contribute.

Gradually...

Almost all the ghost slaves in the mall were taken care of.

Apart from Wang Ye, the other three had more or less some injuries on them, panting and leaning against the wall.

In the lobby on the first floor, the last ghost slave stood in place, staring at Wang Ye and the others with empty eyes, revealing a strange smile.

"The last one!"

There was a hint of excitement in Wang Qiang's eyes. He gritted his teeth, gripped the axe in his hand, and chopped it down towards the ghost slave.

The stiff body of the ghost slave failed to dodge in time and fell straight to the ground.

"No?"

Seeing the ghost slave easily chopped down by himself, Wang Qiang froze in place. He couldn't help but look back at Wang Ye, a hint of doubt in his eyes: "Did you guess wrong?"

"Damn it!"

"I knew this wouldn't solve the problem." Zhang Han was anxious, looking around uneasily, the look in his eyes towards Wang Ye full of dissatisfaction.

In the corner, Liu Qian bit her lip and glanced at Wang Ye without saying anything.

"Who said..."

"This is the last one."

Wang Ye's mouth curled into a faint smile as he said lightly.

"What?"

Wang Qiang, Liu Qian and Zhang Han looked at Wang Ye in puzzlement.

Wang Qiang thought about it briefly and suddenly realized. He immediately retreated two steps, gripped the axe in his hand tightly, and stared coldly at Liu Qian and Zhang Han, his eyes full of scrutiny.

Liu Qian also reacted quickly, her expression slightly pale.

Zhang Han silently picked up the axe that had been thrown far away, his expression cold.

"Werewolf killing game..."

"Starting now."

"Who is the ghost?"

Wang Ye's expression was still calm, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.