In the era of the supernatural, how did I become the source of terror?

Tap, tap, tap...

The footsteps behind Xu Ye were steady and orderly.

The train police officer, dressed in an outdated old-fashioned navy blue uniform, was slowly walking towards Xu Ye, hidden in the black fog.

His body was hunched over, his face was blurred, and his features melted into the shadows, making him look no different from an ordinary person.

However, if you look closely, you will find that the distance of each step he takes is the same.

Like a stiff corpse...

At this moment, Xu Ye temporarily gained the ghost's vision by touching the bloody handprint, like a wild dog that had broken free of its reins.

The blood in the bloody handprint is the catalyst; as long as the body remains in contact with it, the outline of the ghost can be seen.

With no outlet for his skills, he finally found his outlet and unleashed a powerful punch at the ghosts in the black mist.

Front kick, whip kick, hook punch, over-the-shoulder throw.

A ghost seized his hand amidst the chaos, and instantly his arm went numb.

The ghosts behind him immediately surrounded him, and in an instant, countless pale hands seemed to engulf Xu Ye.

Xu Ye focused his energy into his dantian, unified his waist and stance, gripped the ground heavily with the sole of his back foot, and rotated his hips and thrust his waist forward.

Iron Mountain Lean!

The ghosts in front of him were temporarily dispersed.

Two seconds later, they wobbled and climbed up again.

Their bodies seemed to be made of black mist, but the touch felt incredibly real.

Unable to cause real harm, it can only delay.

Aside from feeling a bit cold to the touch, once they had a physical form, these ghosts were almost indistinguishable from living people, and beating them up was no different.

If I had to pinpoint a difference, it would be that they're more durable.

Xu Ye tried to clench his fist, but found that several strange wounds had appeared on his arm where the ghost had grabbed him.

Dark red blood seeped from the wound, and the flesh inside began to rot at a visible rate.

Touching their bodies can cause corrosion to living people.

If I keep dragging this out, I'll definitely die.

"Master Xu, what should we do now..." Fatty Wang asked anxiously.

To outsiders, the team leader, Xu Ye, seemed to have been driven mad by a ghost.

Not only did he shout at the air, but he also suddenly became excited and started beating around something he couldn't see at all.

But Wang Yu was different; he trusted his brother.

He knew that Xu Ye never did anything meaningless.

"The door is just ahead. You take the others and go first. Don't worry about me!" Xu Ye pointed in a direction, signaling Wang Yu to retreat.

"Alright!" Fatty Wang didn't dare to delay and led his team toward the door.

"Ding!"

The sound of the automatic door opening rang out.

Clearly, everyone had finally found the right exit.

Xu Ye got into position, ready to make a big splash.

He knew in his heart that the longer he could hold out, the fewer people would die.

Within the black mist, a strange figure wearing a hat stood stiffly behind Xu Ye, slowly extending its hand.

The back of that hand was covered in spots, exuding a chilling stillness—the same kind of lividity seen in the previous video!

At this moment, Xu Ye suddenly felt a chill on his back.

It felt like being surrounded by an indissoluble mass of ink, and for a moment I even had the illusion of drowning in the deep sea.

As I swung my fist, I could actually feel the air freeze.

The train continued to speed through the dark tunnel, the rumbling sound of it rubbing against the rails monotonous and oppressive.

"Knock back a few more, then make the time to retreat."

Just as Xu Ye's attention was completely focused on the ghost in front of him, a cold, piercing hand landed on his shoulder.

Click!

In an instant, Xu Ye felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer in the chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He lost his balance and knelt on one knee.

Two ribs were definitely broken, and the internal organs were also damaged to varying degrees.

His shoulder was completely dislocated, hanging down in a cruel way.

It was an incomprehensible gravity, as if thousands of pounds of weight had suddenly pressed down on my shoulders.

Xu Ye realized that he had been attacked by another ghost.

The ghost police officer's eyes were cold and numb, devoid of any human emotion, as he continued to carry out his mission.

Its hand slowly rose again, as if it were about to crush Xu Ye into mincemeat.

"Why is this thing targeting me? Is it because I touched the bloody handprint?" Xu Ye's brain was racing.

Judging from its first appearance in stopping the fight in the carriage, it seemed to maintain some kind of order within the carriage.

Those who break the rules will be eliminated.

Then why... are those murderous ghosts alright?

Logically speaking, killing someone inside a train carriage should be a more serious violation than fighting.

Could it be that……

Xu Ye suddenly thought of a bold possibility.

He tried to move, but felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder.

I can't lift my hand at all.

No...it's too late...

At the critical moment, a dark red shadow swiftly attacked from behind the train police officer.

"Let go of Master Xu! You beast!"

Wang Pangzi's voice rang out.

After successfully leading his team to safety, he found a suitable weapon in another carriage and returned to fight back.

boom! ! !

The safety hammer struck with tremendous force, yet it felt as if it were hitting granite; the train police officer didn't even budge an inch.

Only the navy blue police cap flew far away, revealing the terrifying organization inside.

The train police officer's scalp had been completely scraped off by some sharp instrument, exposing his grayish-white skull.

Strangely, there was no brain tissue under the skull, only a bottomless cloud of mist.

Like a monster from some Cthulhu Mythos.

Click! Click! Click!

The train police officer slowly turned his head 180 degrees, his entire neck twisted into a strange arc.

His face was gloomy as he coldly looked at Wang Yu.

Clang!

The sound of a hammer hitting the ground.

Wang Yu was so frightened that his face turned pale:

"Brother, I was wrong! I'll get your hat for you, please don't be angry!"

During the precious time that Wang Yu had bought for him, Xu Ye completed his preparations.

He used his still-functioning left hand to scrape off the bloodstains covering his hand from the wall.

He then tightly grasped the ghost police officer's right hand.

Rule triggered!

In an instant, all the ghosts under the dozens of bloody handprints turned their gazes toward the ghost police officer.

Clearly, this train police officer poses a greater threat than Xu Ye.

They have no thoughts, no fears, and simply follow the rules of killing that ghosts dictate.

The ghost police officer also noticed the change, turned around again, and walked straight towards the ghosts.

"Master Xu, let's go!"

Seeing this, Fatty Wang quickly helped Xu Ye up and they fled shakily toward the exit.

The next second, the ghost police officer's body was completely engulfed by the ghosts.

"This situation won't last long; those ghosts can't suppress that ghost police officer," Xu Ye thought to himself.

Although they are both ghosts, their levels of terror differ too much, so at most they can only delay the inevitable for now.

Finding a way to get off the subway and escape this area is the only option.

The two figures quickly disappeared behind the sensor door.

After an unknown amount of time, the train police officer stood up stiffly again.

Although his police uniform was covered in horrifying bloody handprints, he eventually suppressed the ghosts and temporarily gained his freedom.

He turned his head and, like a machine, walked in the direction where Xu Ye had disappeared.

The pattern of ghosts killing people has not disappeared.

The horrific killings continue.