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.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
