“Why should I believe you?!”
Zhang Han was holding a fire axe, looking coldly at Wang Ye: “From beginning to end, the pace has been entirely under your control.”
“You said to chop up those freaky things, and we chopped them up too.”
“And now you’re saying we have a problem?!”
“Now I’m starting to suspect that the problem lies with you!”
As Zhang Han spoke, he turned around and stared fixedly at Wang Ye, his eyes full of wariness.
Wang Qiang and Liu Qian fell silent, not saying a word.
But they remained vigilant, keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings.
“Heh heh...”
“You’ve grown very quickly...”
Wang Ye laughed softly and said to Zhang Han.
Zhang Han's expression changed sharply. Somewhat gloomily he said, "What do you mean by that?!"
"Of course..."
"I meant it as a compliment to you."
Wang Ye's cool voice echoed in the air. His figure disappeared in an instant, reappearing behind Zhang Han at an extremely fast speed. He raised the axe in his hand and swung it at Zhang Han's back.
Blood splattered...
Staining Wang Ye's face red.
Zhang Han turned around, glaring resentfully at Wang Ye. Using his remaining strength, he said to Wang Qiang and Liu Qian, "He...is the ghost. Hurry...run."
Having said that, Zhang Han collapsed heavily to the ground, no longer breathing.
"You!"
Liu Qian's eyes flickered slightly. She instinctively took a step back, eyeing Wang Ye warily as the bones in her throat moved slightly.
"Heh heh..."
"Still quite fond of acting, aren't you..."
Wang Ye sneered coldly, his eyes full of chill. He lifted the axe and hacked down on Zhang Han's body again.
But Zhang Han's corpse didn't move at all. Blood slowly oozed from his body, trickling onto the floor.
Wang Qiang's brows furrowed slightly. He clenched the axe in his hand tightly, his skin subtly turning translucent and crystalline.
Wang Ye glanced at Liu Qian and Wang Qiang, then laughed lightly and said, "If your judgment is only at this level, I really have to wonder about Zhang ZiLiang's discernment."
Wang Qiang's gaze flickered slightly. After a long pause, he suddenly laughed, "We've never mentioned Zhang ZiLiang's name in business. I believe you."
Having said that, Wang Qiang tossed his axe to the ground and stood at a distance, saying nothing more.
Liu Qian heaved a faint sigh of relief, a smile reappearing on her face as she looked deeply at Wang Ye.
"Now, do you still have the interest to keep up this act?" Wang Ye said coldly, looking at Zhang Han's corpse lying on the ground.
Suddenly, the corpse got up in an extremely twisted posture that completely defied bodily mechanics. Its head spun around to face the direction of its back, glaring resentfully at Wang Ye.
"Damn it all."
"Damn it all to hell."
Zhang Han's face gradually twisted into a hideous mask, blood flowing steadily down his forehead, his eye sockets bulging out.
In the next moment, as if swinging a golf club, Wang Ye forcefully smashed the blunt backside of the axe into Zhang Han's head, knocking him face down on the ground again.
"Trying to scare me?"
"Without your doppelganger, you're nothing but a worthless coward!"
"I bet you infiltrated the city disguised as a human."
As he spoke, a rope stained with spots of blood appeared in Wang Ye's hand. He bound it tightly around Zhang Han.
Zhang Han roared furiously until the ropes were completely wrapped around him. His gaze gradually turned numb and vacant, like a stone statue.
"It's done. Time to clock off."
Looking at the fading ghost realm, Wang Ye smiled at Wang Qiang and Liu Qian.
Of course, his smile didn't look very harmonious, drenched in blood as he was.
Liu Qian unconsciously shuddered and moved farther away from Wang Ye.
Wang Qiang felt a chill run through his body, his scalp tingling. This thing that had nearly wiped out their entire team - Wang Ye had disposed of it so easily?
And it seemed...
Wang Ye hadn't even used his abilities at all, they had no idea what his powers were.
At best they could guess that his physical capabilities were extremely strong...
No longer paying any attention to Wang Qiang and Liu Qian standing stunned, Wang Ye walked out of the mall with the ghost in tow, as if out for a stroll.
As Wang Ye appeared, a group of investigators rushed forward to begin clean-up work.
But upon seeing Wang Ye clearly, all their expressions instantly tensed up, turning serious as they frantically retreated.
Guns were swiftly aimed at Wang Ye's body.
It seemed that if Wang Ye made any untoward moves, they would open fire without hesitation.
Drenched in blood with a strong bloody stench emanating from him, anyone would unquestionably believe he was a ghost if he claimed to be one now.
Seeing the investigators' reaction, Wang Ye couldn't help but smile wryly.
"I'm Wang Ye from Logistical Support. The supernatural incident has been resolved. I'm covered in blood, you can proceed with clean-up."
Wang Ye looked at the many investigators and said helplessly.
Then, to prove his identity, he tossed out his work pass.
Fortunately, Zhang ZiLiang had sent someone to deliver the newly made pass a few days ago, otherwise it would have been hard to explain.
An investigator captain solemnly accepted the ID, scrutinizing it for a long time before finally heaving a sigh of relief. "Stand down. He's one of us."
The investigator captain turned to Wang Ye and saluted sharply, "Thank you for your hard work!"
"Thank you for your hard work!"
The investigators looked at Wang Ye respectfully and saluted in unison.
Frontline paranormals who dealt with supernatural incidents commanded the investigators' utmost respect.
Wang Ye sighed inwardly as he solemnly handed the binding rope over to the investigator captain, repeatedly emphasizing this ghost's abilities and urging him to handle it with care.
Although the supernatural incident appeared to have been easily resolved this time, Wang Ye knew...
If this ghost had made it to the city center and truly began to spread...it would have been nothing short of catastrophic.
There was no estimating how many lives would have been lost.
Moreover, trying to trace the ghost back to its origin would be a fool's errand.
But confinement was not his concern. If the ghost escaped even now, it would only prove the incompetence of the Heaven's Mandate organization.
...
Seeing the blood covering Wang Ye, the investigators' gazes were filled with respect.
One look was enough to know Wang Ye had gone through a life-and-death struggle. This time had clearly not been easy for him.
Then, equally drenched in blood, Wang Qiang and Liu Qian walked out.
After confirming no other survivors, the investigators surged in...
And rushed back out in sheer horror after barely 10 seconds. Some of the younger women even threw up.
Then the sounds of vomiting rose.
The overpowering stench of blood and rotting corpses...
And also...
Headless corpses filling the entire mall...
This place was like hell.
Wang Ye was like a devil emerged from hell...
They looked at Wang Ye complexly as he drank water nearby, unable to imagine how this man could remain so composed after experiencing it all.
Moreover...he could even still drink water.
Just then, a phone rang...
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
