New Mission: The Temple of Oan-ji (Plus one more chapter)

As long as I'm alive, no one will dare to touch the people in my logistics department!

Zhang ZiLiang stared at the two men like a ferocious beast.

I used to be accustomed to enduring humiliation!

I considered interests!

I thought as long as more people could be saved, it didn't matter if a few died. I didn't care!

But Wang Ye taught me a lesson.

There is no absolute rationality. Struggling against death, as long as you try your best, miracles may happen.

He...did it!

While I, this useless coward hiding behind the scenes, couldn't even protect his family's foundation. What right do I have to go on living!

A terrifying aura erupted from Zhang ZiLiang's body, his mighty pressure swept through the entire office.

Su Changqing and Wen Hua's expressions changed. They quickly retreated two steps back, looking at Zhang ZiLiang in surprise.

You...are also an esper?

Seeing the glowing light on Zhang ZiLiang's forehead and arms, Wen Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.

Heh heh...

Zhang ZiLiang didn't speak, just smiled coldly at the two men.

Su Changqing shook his head slightly: It's useless. At this time no matter what you do, you can't accomplish anything.

Going with the flow is the way of kings.

Having said that, he lightly sighed: Actually...I quite admire you.

As his voice trailed off, he turned and left.

Wen Hua looked at Zhang ZiLiang, his beady eyes flickering, seemingly lost in thought. After a long while he smiled and also took his leave.

After the two men left,

The oppressive aura around Zhang ZiLiang gradually dissipated.

He silently walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, gazing outside. At this moment, he seemed like a weary old man nearing the end of his days.

The wastelands.

Wang Ye slowly opened his eyes, feeling the pain in his head and frowning slightly.

Sensing the discomfort in his body, he instinctively looked around.

Sure enough, the Postal Service wouldn't just let me die, would they?

Wang Ye murmured to himself, shaking his head slightly.

For this mission, his biggest trump card wasn't Xiaosi or Mao Yong'an, but the Postal Service.

He didn't know if the Postal Service had other phantoms, at least he hadn't encountered any or heard of them.

But he believed the Postal Service wouldn't easily give up on him.

At least, the Postal Service had invested a lot of resources in him. Perhaps to the Postal Service it was just a drop in the bucket.

But...

The gamble paid off.

We must be close to the capital now.

Wang Ye looked at the navigation display in the postal vehicle, his previously relaxed expression instantly becoming serious.

Trying to play me?

He hurriedly looked around, pupils contracting!

In the depths of the wasteland!

Damn it!

Wang Ye cursed under his breath, not knowing what the Postal Service was up to now.

Soon his gaze fell on the postal vehicle's control panel, where a bloodstained envelope lay quietly.

Beside the envelope was a familiar note.

Even the donkeys in the production teams aren't this diligent!

Wang Ye instantly understood the Postal Service's meaning and couldn't help but retort. Then he picked up the note.

Address: Xiaonansi Temple

Mission: Deliver the letter to the Buddha statue in the main hall, light an incense stick, and leave after it burns out.

Reward: Marrow cleansing.

Looking at the note, the corner of Wang Ye's mouth twitched.

Sure enough...

Judging from the blood-red envelope, this mission would not be simple.

Previously just delivering the letters was sufficient. But this time there were additional requirements...

He didn't believe the Postal Service would let him get through the time it takes for one incense stick to burn peacefully.

But...

The mission reward was marrow cleansing.

With his current physical strength, after evolving again, he would probably become even more powerful.

Wang Ye took a deep breath, looking at the postal vehicle on autopilot. Then his face darkened again!

If this vehicle can drive itself automatically, why didn't it do that last time!

Thinking of this, he hurriedly began to rest and recover. Otherwise with his current physical state, forget completing the mission, just walking would be difficult.

Faintly, streams of vital energy rose from within the postal vehicle, continuously transmitting into Wang Ye's body.

His aura became increasingly steady as his bodily functions rapidly recovered.

The city outskirts cemetery.

Li Hongtian silently absorbed the mist emanating from Grave No. 5. His skin grew increasingly pale, with a pained look in his eyes.

The eerie mist mysteriously vanished.

Li Hongtian slumped to the ground, gasping for breath. His gaze toward the gravestone was filled with chill.

What are you still clinging to?

This is your destiny. If you keep going, you still have a chance.

Are you afraid?

A gentle smile appeared on Li Hongtian's pale face as he softly said to the gravestone:

From beneath the gravestone came an angry roar. The gravestone shook violently.

After a long while...

The mist rose again from below the gravestone.

That's more like it...

After all, the ending is still hard to predict, isn't it?

The smile on Li Hongtian's face deepened as he inhaled the mist and closed his eyes again.

After a long time...

As the mist disappeared, Li Hongtian gradually opened his eyes, silently sensing the changes in his body. He stood up.

I'll come again in three days.

Ignoring the gravestone's shaking, Li Hongtian turned and left with his backpack.

When he arrived at the hut, Li Hongtian's pupils suddenly contracted as he cautiously retreated two steps back.

The previously empty hut now contained an old man of unknown origin.

The old man sat in a chair, an oil lamp burning on the table even in daylight.

The flickering candlelight illuminated the old man's face as he slowly lifted his head, his aged visage gazing dimly at Li Hongtian.

Li Hongtian grunted and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, rapidly retreating.

The old man made no move, just silently watched Li Hongtian's retreating figure. Then his murky eyes slowly closed as if he were about to fall asleep.

The postal vehicle gradually came to a stop.

And Wang Ye opened his eyes.

His body was mostly recovered. Wang Ye moved around a bit and looked out the window at his surroundings.

Wisps of ghostly fog still lingered and the sky was somewhat gloomy.

Not far from the vehicle stood a temple.

The temple was small, seemingly consisting of only a few courtyards from a distance. The entrance gate stood open.

It was exceptionally quiet around it.

Wang Ye took a deep breath, pushed open the door and stepped out of the postal vehicle. He cautiously peered inside the temple gate.

The courtyard was covered in a thick layer of dust, apparently not having been cleaned for a long time.

In the middle of the courtyard stood an old tree, somewhat withered.

Hanging from its branches was one corpse after another, dressed in monks' robes. Their skin was iron blue and bodies somewhat desiccated.

Wang Ye's eyes flickered slightly as he gripped the blood-red letter and stepped inside.

Instantly, though there was no wind, the temple gate closed with a soft sound.

Wang Ye whipped his head around to look at the gate behind him. After a long silence he continued towards the inner depths.

The corpses hanging from the old tree seemed to have faint smiles on their faces. Their gazes appeared to be watching Wang Ye's retreating figure.