After taking the Blood Pill, the blood flow in his body suddenly accelerated!
The Blood Pill quickly turned into energy in his body, baptizing his internal organs.
After about half an hour, this surge of energy was completely exhausted, and Wang Ye felt that his internal organs seemed to have undergone qualitative improvement!
Every beat of the heart was powerful and sonorous, like beating a drum, making a thumping sound!
It was indeed a good thing!
Now the only weak part of his body was the organs inside, and now that they were improved, it could be said that his body had become more perfect, like a human-shaped killer!
Maybe...
Have another one?
He felt that his organs still had the potential for further improvement!
Anyway, one was eaten, two was also done!
He would die anyway, so eating one more didn't matter!
Wang Ye soon found a reason for himself, picked up another one, and ate it.
Another half hour passed!
Satisfaction flashed in Wang Ye's eyes as he squeezed his fists.
This Blood Pill not only improved organs, but also seemed to have the effect of improving human potential!
The bottleneck he had already reached was actually compressed a little, becoming more solid!
Maybe...
Wang Ye's gaze fell back on the box.
Anyway, there were still many inside...
As he was psyching himself up, the postal car engine suddenly roared.
A line of small words appeared on the navigation screen.
'Eat more...die!'
Looking at the navigation, Wang Ye's mouth twitched in dissatisfaction, and he closed the box without starting the postal car.
"I risked my life to get the goods for you, and I can't even try them!"
With a sigh, Wang Ye started meditation with his eyes closed.
Anyway, the Post Office didn't give a time limit for the task, just saying to stay inside for three hours.
And there was no reward for the job, who would do it!
Even a donkey had to be fed grass first before getting it to grind wheat!
The Blood Pills he had skillfully eaten could not be vomited out.
Determined, Wang Ye decided to take it to the end - at worst, the Post Office would kill him!
It depended on whether the Post Office was willing to let him go.
For a while, Wang Ye and the Post Office were at an impasse.
Seeming to sense Wang Ye's attitude, the postal car engine kept roaring, urging him.
But Wang Ye remained unmoved, calmly keeping his eyes closed.
Finally, the Post Office compromised.
The font on the navigation screen twisted again, and the reward line changed.
'Reward: one Blood Embryo Pill.'
So what he had just eaten was called Blood Embryo Pill?
Memorizing the name secretly, Wang Ye still did not move.
Taking a parcel, he could scrape two off, let alone this new task.
Ten Mile Graveyard, just passing by that place felt creepy, let alone going into the cabin!
The suburban cemetery was just a smaller version of a graveyard, and he had nearly died delivering candles last time. This time it could only be more dangerous.
What was puzzling was whether this task from the Post Office was just a unilateral punishment for him?
Not taking or delivering goods, meaningless?
Wang Ye didn't believe it.
Every move by the Post Office would have its own plans, and would never suddenly assign a meaningless task just because he had eaten two Blood Pills.
'Two.'
The reward changed again.
"Deal!"
Wang Ye agreed without hesitation. The Post Office was also patient. It could pit him through rewards, so he could use this to test the Post Office's attitude!
It was clear that this test proved Wang Ye right.
There could also be bargaining between him and the Post Office.
And through this test, it could also prove one thing - this trip to the cabin must be very important to the Post Office.
Otherwise, the Post Office would not have raised his reward so easily.
So was it equally full of danger?
It took a full half hour before the postal car engine roared again.
Wang Ye drove the postal car towards Ten Mile Graveyard.
......
The Ten Mile Graveyard appeared in Wang Ye's sight again. He could already see the flickering candlelight in the cabin.
The postal car stopped steadily at the door of the cabin, the engine rumbling as if urging Wang Ye.
Damn!
Wang Ye warily pushed open the car door and got out!
A strong ghostly aura rushed up to meet him, the chill almost freezing his hands and feet!
Clutching the box of Blood Pills against him, Wang Ye pushed open the cabin door!
He was already prepared for the worst - if he really was killed by the Post Office this time, in his dying moment, he would definitely pour the whole box into his mouth!
With this determination, Wang Ye entered the cabin.
It had almost the same layout as the suburban cemetery cabin, with the same items.
An old rickety rocking chair, a small wooden table, with a candle burning halfway on the table.
Nothing else.
The absence of the cabin's old man took away some of Wang Ye's sense of security.
Taking out his watch to check the time, he closed the door.
The three hour countdown began.
The violent storm-like attack Wang Ye had imagined did not come, everything was very quiet.
Apart from the creepy scene outside, overall it was still normal.
Looking at the candle on the wooden table, Wang Ye's mind wandered for a moment.
Who had delivered this candle?
Or could the old man make it himself?
But he could find a chance to verify it later.
Half an hour passed.
What made Wang Ye unable to believe was that he had not encountered any danger during this half hour, it seemed...
Everything was normal?
Just then, Wang Ye vaguely saw a figure in the window.
Without knowing when, a child with three eyes on his head was eerily leaning on the window, looking at him.
Because of the dark, he would be easily overlooked if not looking closely.
At this time, the three eyes were curiously sizing up Wang Ye.
His hands were resting on the window sill, his face pressed against the glass, the three eyes constantly moving.
Wang Ye exchanged a glance with the child, then looked away.
The long supernatural events had honed his mind to be extremely strong.
As long as the ghost didn't make any attacking moves, Wang Ye could ignore it.
Just then...
The child became irritable, his three eyes turned red, and his palms kept slapping the window, making sounds.