The ancestors did not lie to Me

From the situation just now, it seemed that all the psychics who were killed by ghosts turned into third-level ghost slaves.

Moreover, there was a qualitative change between the second and third levels.

Psychics who could unleash their psychic abilities without fear of death were simply too terrifying.

Even three-time awakeners might not reach this level.

And now... Who knew how many such third-level ghost slaves there were in this city.

After all, the number of psychics in each city was not small.

While Wang Ye was thinking about this, an angry voice suddenly rang out behind him.

"Damn, it was you who knocked me out!"

Not far away, a young man clutching his head stared at Wang Ye with eyes that seemed ready to split open. His gaze was fixed on the longevity clothes Wang Ye was wearing.

Seeing the young man, Wang Ye frowned slightly.

In this kind of era, snatching good stuff was not shameful.

If you didn't have the strength but still coveted it, then you had to be prepared to die when you made your move.

Just like the scarred man who tried to snatch his ghost vine in the wasteland earlier. When you try to snatch treasures, you have to be prepared to be killed.

Of course, if he couldn't handle that scarred man back then, it would also have cost him his life.

In the terrifying environment of this resurrection, the law of the jungle prevailed. This was simply the way things were.

Under those circumstances, the fact that Wang Ye didn't kill him and take all his stuff could be considered a kind act already.

And now...

Was this guy here to pick a fight?

Wang Ye took a deep breath. His face was a little pale as he stood up, but his body staggered and he almost fell to the ground again.

"So you've come to kill me?"

Wang Ye looked at the young man and revealed a faint smile. His eyes were filled with calm.

The young man looked at Wang Ye as if he were crazy and gave him a strange look. "Are you nuts? Killing someone over a treasure? Have people in this city become so ruthless?"

Then the young man's face was still a little ugly. "But you have to return my stuff to me, otherwise I'll make you realize how powerful I, Dao Ye, am!"

The young man made a weak threat.

...

Wang Ye silently looked at the young man for a moment, and his eyebrows twitched slightly.

Apart from being naïve in the ways of the jianghu, this guy also seemed quite childish as a person.

How did such an oddball get his hands on so much good stuff and still be alive until now?

Wang Ye, who always thought of himself as not stupid, felt a little puzzled at this moment.

And...

Dao Ye, so he was from Daocheng...

Wang Ye thought silently for a moment, then said lightly: What if I don't return it...?

As he spoke, his face grew even paler, and he even lightly coughed twice.

Seeing Wang Ye like this, Dao Ye immediately laughed sinisterly with a cold light flashing in his eyes: Don't return it? Then I don't want it anymore. It's not that valuable anyway.

As he spoke, Dao Ye lowered his head slightly and muttered to himself in an imperceptible voice: As expected, the outside world is so dangerous...

Then, as if unwilling to diminish his own imposing manner, he suddenly raised his head and glared fiercely at Wang Ye again.

...

Wang Ye suddenly felt a sense of guilt for some reason.

It seemed... bullying a child was not quite right after all.

Looking at the young man, Wang Ye fell silent for a moment, then a hint of killing intent suddenly appeared on his face. His pale complexion vanished in an instant as he charged towards the young man at great speed.

The young man was scared stiff on the spot.

Then...

Wang Ye punched through the head of a level-two ghost slave that had sneakily made its way over at some point.

The young man shrank back, feeling a chill.

After dealing with the ghost slave, Wang Ye's face seemed to turn pale again, and he coughed lightly twice more.

The young man reflexively said thanks, then seemed to recall something. He impatiently said, "Give me a few more drops of Corpse Spirit Water to make up for the one you snatched. That stuff has limited effectiveness and is precious!"

As he looked at Wang Ye, the young man's voice grew smaller and weaker.

Even the doll that had been following the young man tightly grabbed the young man's trousers, only poking out a head.

...

So this stuff was called Corpse Spirit Water.

Having learned something, Wang Ye silently took out the glass bottle from his pocket. His hand trembling slightly, he opened the bottle cap and dripped two drops on the young man.

Then, as if thinking of something, he called Little Si over and wiped another layer on her.

Little Si's body trembled slightly again.

But then...

The young man's gaze inadvertently swept over Little Si's face.

The next second, he seemed to recall something. He hastily retreated two steps back, his eyes filled with horror.

"F*ck! F*ck f*ck f*ck! How did this ancestor get here!? Boundless f*cking Heavenly Venerable, I'm done for!"

As he spoke, the young man nimbly placed his backpack in front of his chest, unzipped it, and started taking things out one by one.

A paper man holding a spear, a ghost-faced sculpture, a blood-stained straw man, and finally, a blood-stained cleaver.

Seeing the cleaver, a imperceptible flash of light appeared in Wang Ye's eyes!

It had the same material and style as his own Bone Carving Knife.

What's more, he had seen this cleaver in the images conveyed to him by the Bone Carving Knife!

Could it be...

Wang Ye's gaze flickered slightly as he silently retreated a step back, vaguely feeling a toothache as well.

This seemingly abnormal guy actually had even more good stuff than him...

For an instant, he felt an uncontrollable urge to knock this guy out again.

The paper man landed on the ground and nimbly steadied itself. The spear in its hand faintly emitted a glow. Blood slowly seeped from the eye sockets of the little ghost-faced sculpture.

The blood-stained straw man dashed out of the corridor in a flash, moving extremely quickly towards the outside of the hospital.

But...

Little Si just stood motionless in place.

After a long while, the young man seemed to notice Little Si's abnormality. His gaze fell upon the nail in Little Si's forehead and his face was filled with shock.

"I... the Boundless Heavenly Venerable. What a treasure!"

As he spoke, the young man's eyes shone with excitement as he raised his hand, wanting to touch that nail.

Under Wang Ye's icy gaze, the young man weakly retracted his hand. He seemed to think of something and became distressed again.

"If I had known this ancestor was sealed, I wouldn't have wasted my straw man decoys! Such a valuable item!"

As he spoke, the young man looked resentfully at Wang Ye. Noticing Wang Ye's gaze, he shuddered and weakly looked down at the floor.

"Cough cough, you're from Daocheng?"

Wang Ye lightly coughed twice and casually asked.

The young man nodded, somewhat discouraged. "The outside world really is too dangerous. The old ancestors didn't lie to me after all..."

He heaved a long sigh.

After thinking for a bit, Wang Ye suddenly revealed a sunny smile and lightly patted the young man's shoulder. "What's your name? I'm a high-level member of Team Tian. With me, you'll be much safer. I can even let you fully enjoy the outside world."

At this moment, when Wang Ye looked at the young man, his expression faintly resembled Zhang ZiLiang.

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