A mysterious wooden door suddenly appeared in the living room.
Looking at the rising sun, a thoughtful look flashed across Wang Ye's eyes.
"Isn't the door fixed at midnight? Is there some special reason for this?"
Pondering slightly, Wang Ye glanced at Xiao Si and walked through the door.
Arriving at the front desk, an ancient long sword was placed horizontally on top.
"The reward this time..."
Muttering, Wang Ye picked up the long sword and drew it out of its sheath.
A glint of cold light flashed within the post office. Under the icy feeling, a look of delight flashed across Wang Ye’s eyes.
"What a fast blade!"
Putting the sword back silently, Wang Ye's gaze fell on the note.
'Ghost Blade: Can dismember ghosts.'
!!!
Looking at this unique introduction, Wang Ye's heart rose completely! Ghosts cannot be killed, but dismembering them can be considered weakening their powe...
As if thinking of something...
Wang Ye froze on the spot.
That bizarre severed hand, and the old man without a head...
The ghost missing both legs...
How did they end up in this state?
Could it be... they were also dismembered existences?
Thinking of the terrifying pressure from that severed hand, Wang Ye couldn't help but shudder.
If that hand was whole... How terrifying would it be...
And the one who could dismember it, what kind of existence would that be?
Swallowing, Wang Ye took a deep breath, and his hand holding the ghost blade subconsciously tightened.
"Please use with caution, the ghost blade will drain bodily functions."
Looking at the description below, Wang Ye fell silent.
Sure enough, such a terrifying thing couldn't be used recklessly right? Just like the Deboning Knife.
It's just that the side effects of this ghost blade were obviously greater.
In addition to their awakened areas, other parts of an esper's body will gradually decay as bodily functions are consumed over time.
If this weapon needed to drain bodily functions, it was no different from accelerating the death of an esper.
Perhaps... only those with fully awakened bodies could use it without worry.
Even so, he had gained another bargaining chip.
Thinking so, Wang Ye gradually relaxed his emotions and continued to look at the note.
"Next mission in 5 days."
Five days?
Wang Ye's pupils shrank slightly. As expected, with the second Eternal Night approaching, the missions from the post office had become more urgent?
Perhaps the outside world was more chaotic than he imagined.
Wang Ye kept thinking back to his previous deliveries. It seemed they were all existences that current human abilities could not handle.
Could it be... more such existences were awakening?
With worries in mind, Wang Ye slowly exited the post office.
What he didn't notice was that Xiao Si looked at the post office, and there seemed to be flickering light in her empty eyes before disappearing again.
Returning to the bedroom, Wang Ye put the ghost blade under his pillow for easy access and fell asleep on the bed.
It was laughable... that even when he was at home now he might not be safe.
Living with a ghost, a neighbor who seemed to have died years ago, and every time he left home, someone seemed to sneak into his room...
What bothered Wang Ye even more was that he didn't dare move.
Who knew if that bizarre wooden door would appear in the living room of his new home.
And... even if he moved, could he be sure the situation would be better than now...
With various thoughts running through his mind, Wang Ye fell asleep unknowingly.
In the next room...
Zhou Han let out a soft moan, opening her eyes.
At some point, the wound on her chest had disappeared, and through her torn clothes, tender new skin could be vaguely seen.
Zhou Han silently got up and looked at her disappeared wound without any surprise. She went back to her room to change her clothes, humming a tune, full of lightness.
...
The day gradually brightened.
"Wang Ye, the last new team member, I think he's not bad. Come take a look?"
After Zhang ZiLiang’s call, Wang Ye was a little helpless.
This old fox had been too diligent recently, starting work early in the morning...
With a helpless sigh, Wang Ye went out the door with Xiao Si.
"Oh, little brother, what a coincidence!"
As expected, Zhou Han's familiar voice rang out.
Her door was open, and she was leaning against the door brushing her teeth, her cheeks bulging cutely on both sides.
Her gaze was fixed on the front of Wang Ye's door.
Clearly she had been staring at Wang Ye’s side, not a coincidence at all.
"Big sister, aren't you tired..."
Wang Ye sighed, and he and Xiao Si looked at Zhou Han helplessly in sync.
"Who are you calling big sister..." Zhou Han's face instantly turned cold, like an iceberg goddess, with icy eyes fixed on Wang Ye.
"..."
Here we go again...
Wang Ye scratched his head.
"Wait for me, I heard we're registering the team today. Zhang ZiLiang asked me to come over."
Speaking, Zhou Han glanced coldly at Wang Ye, turned and walked back into the room.
Watching Zhou Han's back, a hint of thought flashed in Wang Ye's eyes.
Last night... her voice was clearly a little weak, but it seemed to have returned to normal today...
Did he hear wrong?
Wang Ye's wait lasted a full hour...
Under Wang Ye's dark face, Zhou Han was like a queen of hell, with beautiful long legs, black stockings, sexy red lips, and slender waist.
Her whole body was full of strong allure.
"Little brother, let's go."
Zhou Han was almost pressed against Wang Ye, her bright eyes flashing coquettishly as she stroked Wang Ye's cheek with her finger and laughed lightly before walking away.
"It’s the femme fatale look today..."
Wang Ye shook his head helplessly and followed with Xiao Si.
Xiao Si looked at Zhou Han's sexy outfit, and a strange light actually flashed in her eyes...
...
The familiar 21st floor.
There were clearly more staff in the logistics department than last time, and the work efficiency was very high, a far cry from before.
Clearly... Zhang ZiLiang had not been idle recently, constantly recruiting.
Arriving at the conference room.
Wang Qiang stood at the door and his eyes lit up when he saw Wang Ye, greeting him.
Wang Ye nodded lightly.
In the corner, Liu Qian, dressed extra brightly today, looked at Zhou Han, Xiao Si, bowed her head silently, and gently bit her lip.
After a long time she raised her head again, her eyes radiating confident light, smiling lightly at Wang Ye.
"Wang Ye, you're late."
Sitting in a chair, Zhang ZiLiang looked at Wang Ye with a slight frown.
"Well, who can I blame but a good neighbor..."
Wang Ye sighed helplessly, glancing meaningfully at Zhou Han.
What he got in return was Zhou Han's condescending gaze and a burst of laughter like silver bells.
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