My sacrifice, in exchange for your return, is worth it!
Liu Zheng looked at Wang Ye with determination in his eyes.
Wang Ye was silent for a moment, with a bitter smile: This ghostly thing has strong suppression. People with poor physical condition can't even walk when getting close to it.
To maintain mobility, one would need at least the physique of someone who has awakened three times.
Hearing Wang Ye's words, a strong sense of powerlessness rose in Liu Zheng's heart.
So it turned out that they, who wanted to die in his place, didn't even have the qualifications.
The group of espers also fell silent, looking at Wang Ye with complex eyes.
For a long time...
Come back alive!!
Liu Zheng's eyes reddened slightly as he looked deeply at Wang Ye and bowed 90 degrees.
Come back alive!!
Come back alive!!
Countless espers and investigators, at this moment looking at Wang Ye's upright back, took a deep breath and bowed silently.
For some reason, a ripple rose in Wang Ye's cold heart.
He really didn't know whether this adventure was more about saving people or taking advantage.
But at this moment...
These people made him feel that this life-threatening action seemed to have more meaning.
Sentimental.
Wang Ye looked at the crowd with a smile: I'm leaving.
After speaking, Wang Ye raised his other hand with difficulty under the suppression and waved lightly.
Then his eyes were filled with determination as he walked step by step away from the safe area and into the depths of the wasteland.
Watching Wang Ye's back, Liu Zheng took a deep breath and shouted: Start the rescue, don't fail Wang Ye's sacrifice!
Yes...
How could one come back alive after going deep into the wasteland...
The group of espers gritted their teeth, feeling weak for the first time, and rushed into the almost ruin-like city of Lin'an.
Rescue...
Begins.
Tian Group Headquarters.
21st Floor.
Zhang ZiLiang listened to the news coming back from Lin'an City, and silently hung up the phone.
In the office.
Wang Qiang, Liu Qian, and Yang Chen had joy on their faces.
Yes, the three of them...were still alive.
A 70% survival rate was high, but still full of deadly risks.
Especially Liu Qian, who had just awakened for the first time. She almost lost control of the energy in her body.
Seeing Zhang ZiLiang's low mood, there was a hint of confusion in Yang Chen's eyes: What's wrong?
Wang Ye, alone, led the ghosts of Lin'an City into the depths of the wasteland.
Zhang ZiLiang's voice was a little low as he whispered.
What?
There was surprise in Yang Chen's eyes: Wang Ye shouldn't be the heroic type.
Hehe...
Watch the heart, not the surface.
Zhang ZiLiang smiled slightly, and his hand under the table trembled slightly, somewhat pale.
But his face was still calm, he closed his eyes.
Yang Chen was silent.
Wang Qiang and Liu Qian's pupils shrank, exchanging glances, realizing the severity of the problem.
Their team relied more on Wang Ye. If Wang Ye was sacrificed...
Perhaps they didn't even have the ability to protect themselves.
Minister, if nothing else, I will leave first.
Wang Qiang gritted his teeth and looked at Zhang ZiLiang.
Zhang ZiLiang nodded slightly, Wang Qiang looked at Liu Qian, and the two quickly left with faint worries on their faces.
The Wasteland.
Wang Ye didn't know how long he had been walking.
He could only feel that his body was full of stiffness, and every step he took had to endure severe pain.
What was more terrifying was that as Wang Ye went farther and farther...
The ghosts attracted by the red lantern behind him became more and more.
Countless ghosts followed numbly behind him, emitting a terrible suppression.
Under the increasing pressure, the muscles all over his body trembled slightly, and sweat kept flowing down.
Gradually...
Wang Ye seemed to have lost his senses and was just walking forward by inertia.
Blood beads oozed from the pores, wetting his clothes.
In the dangerous wasteland, Wang Ye was like a guide, leading many ghosts and monsters, moving forward continuously.
Even...
Under the impact of this gloomy aura.
The vitality in his body was decreasing.
At first glance, it seemed that Wang Ye at the forefront was like a ghost too.
Time passed unconsciously. Wang Ye stumbled forward numbly, his skin covered in blood, his eyes sunk deep into their sockets.
More and more ghosts joined the ranks, obsessed with the blood-red lantern.
Finally...
Wang Ye lost his strength and fell heavily to the ground.
The lantern kept rolling on the ground, its candlelight flickering.
Behind...
The shadows of countless ghosts flickered uneasily, twisting their bodies.
The paper money pasted on the half-body ghost's eyes shook more and more.
In a trance, Wang Ye regained the last bit of consciousness, gritted his teeth, picked up the lantern again, and the ghosts behind him calmed down again.
Not far away...
A dilapidated straw cottage stood.
Wang Ye used all his remaining strength to rush to the front of the straw cottage, hung the lantern on the door handle, and then staggered back desperately.
The ghosts surrounded the straw cottage silently and stood still.
Damn post office, if you don't send the mail car over again, I'm dead.
Wang Ye rarely cursed as he slumped on the ground, panting heavily.
It could be seen that there were flickering shadows in the thatched house, then the door opened...
The lantern fell heavily to the ground, and the little remaining candlelight inside was completely extinguished.
In an instant, the suppression emitted by the countless ghosts reached its peak.
And in the void, a postal car appeared beside Wang Ye. Seeing the group of ghosts going berserk, Wang Ye squeezed out the last bit of strength in his body, got into the car, and barely closed the door before completely blacking out.
The postal car's engine roared.
It hid itself in the void and drove away without anyone driving.
Just that the direction he left wasn't towards the Capital City.
But...
Deeper into the wasteland.
Of course, these were things the unconscious Wang Ye didn't know.
The Straw Cottage...
A young ghost with blood stains at the corners of his mouth appeared at the door, a hint of confusion in his eyes.
The next second, countless fierce ghosts roared angrily and rushed towards this youth...
Attacking him in his puzzlement, venting their anger.
After a long time...
The ghosts turned and left.
The paper money on the half-body finally fluttered slowly to the ground, the eyes on his belly full of resentment and hatred, he turned and left.
On the ground...
The young ghost was torn apart.
The severed limbs kept twitching, slowly stitching themselves back together.
And the postal car...
Drove farther and farther into the depths of the wasteland.
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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...
