Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

After igniting the paper figurine, Zhao Ke's body felt much warmer, and at the same time he put his clothes by the fire to toast.

While baking the clothes, Zhao Ke fell into deep thought.

I thought that sleeping in a coffin could alleviate my condition, but this time I suddenly fell ill, which was more serious than ever before.

In the past, when the symptoms broke out, it took a few minutes for a long time, and it ended in just a few seconds for a short time.

But this time, it lasted for three full days.

What's worse, God knows what these guys have done by manipulating their bodies during these three days.

Thinking of the disappearing corpses in the stamp album, and every night, those diners who made an appointment, who didn't know what they were doing, made Zhao Ke feel agitated.

"I hope it's not that violent man coming out."

Zhao Ke could only plan for the worst in his heart, but he still held onto a glimmer of hope, stroking the silver cross in his arms, praying silently in his heart, just begging these guys not to cause any trouble for himself.

After all, now that Lei Ke has left his job, there is no way to cover for himself.

But Zhao Ke also knows that it's useless to think about it now, it's better to figure out what tasks will be in this horror space, finish it early and leave, and then go back and clean up the mess.

"Jingle Bell……"

At this time, a ringing bell interrupted Zhao Ke's thoughts. Zhao Ke moved his ears and quickly extinguished the fire. At the same time, he put on his clothes that were almost dry, and quietly emerged from the boat shed to take a look outside.

The ringing of bells in the distance was getting closer and closer, and Zhao Ke vaguely saw two figures, "There is someone!" Zhao Ke's eyes lit up, and when he saw it clearly, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. The figure did not seem to be an adult. , and more importantly, they don't seem to be standing on the boat, but suspended in mid-air...

Chapter 21 Death is Everywhere (Modified)

In mid-air, a man and a woman looked like seven or eight-year-old boys, with pigtails, rosy cheeks, and a pair of small canine teeth grinning. They looked quite cute.

But if you look carefully, you can see that there are no shadows of them on the calm and waveless lake under the surrounding red light.

Zhao Ke's pupils tightened, and he quickly closed the black curtain that was opened, leaving only an inconspicuous gap. He crawled down, trying to hide his figure as much as possible, and quietly looked at the past through the gap left by the black curtain. .

These two boy-like children were holding flower baskets in their hands and a pair of bells hanging on their feet. As they walked, they took out a handful of white paper from the flower basket and sprinkled them down. paper money with hole.

In a blink of an eye, the entire lake surface was sprinkled, and the white money, under the strange red light around, looked indescribably weird.

The two boys sprinkled paper money in front of them, and behind them only heard the sound of gongs and drums, and the low-pitched suona played the music. The rhythm of the music sounds fast, but it always gives people a very lifeless feeling, more like a funeral at home dirge played at times.

I saw a black boxy sedan chair being carried by four men, following closely behind the two boys.

Zhao Ke took a look and saw that these four men looked very strong and strong at that time, but when they looked up, they found that they had no faces at all, and their faces were white and clean, just like the white boards in mahjong.

Zhao Ke glanced at the river under their feet, and sure enough, he could only see a floating sedan chair, not the four men at all. Apart from them, there was a band playing mourning music behind them, which seemed lively at that time. But apart from the shadow of the black sedan chair on the river, nothing else could be seen.

"Is it a ghost?"

It is said that only ghosts have no shadows, but if they are really ghosts, why do they carry a sedan chair?

Looking at the group of "people" getting closer, Zhao Ke prostrated himself on the boat, holding his breath carefully, clenched his hands on the dagger, exposing his white joints, curled his legs slightly, and crawled in the boat shed, It was like a frog that was still charging, with a cold and murderous look in its eyes from time to time, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.

"Boom..."

However, at this time, Zhao Ke found that the boat not far from his side suddenly shook violently. Although it calmed down quickly, the boat shook slightly, and layers of water ripples were stirred up on the calm river surface.

This was nothing at first, but right now all the boats were floating on the water, giving people the impression that it was a still picture, and the sudden splash on the lake instantly became the most discordant factor among them.

Immediately, there was a sudden sound of suona, gongs and drums in front of him, and the originally bustling river surface suddenly became dead silent. Pairs of cold eyes stared at the small boat, and the air seemed to freeze instantly.

"run!"

At this time, a scream came from the boat shed, and two black figures jumped out of the boat shed, one in front of the other.

The two people who jumped out suddenly surprised Zhao Ke.

One of them, with his toes a little above the water, jumped three or four feet horizontally, stepped on a small boat, jumped with his strength, and when he saw the figure clearly, he had already jumped onto another boat.

And the other person, even more simply, plunged headlong into the water, only to see a splash of water on the surface of the water, and when he looked again, the person had disappeared.

"postman!"

The speed of the two was very fast, but Zhao Ke also watched carefully. When the two of them were moving, there would be a flash of light behind them, which seemed to be the imprint of the explosion when the ability of the stamp was activated.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke's heart suddenly sank. If those two people are postmen, then... Are there other postmen on other ships around, and whether his every move just now has been noticed by other postmen.

"The living! Kill them!"

The flower girl floating in mid-air had a beaming smile on her face, but her face turned dark in an instant, her fangs spit out, and with a wave of her hand, a black mist suddenly appeared around her.

"Kill them!"

Rotten human faces protruded from the black mist, entangled together like jelly, rolled up on the lake, split into two, and chased the two of them.

"Damn!"

Seeing the black mist coming from behind him, the figure's expression changed suddenly, and he turned around suddenly, only to see the black muzzle of the gun appearing in his hand.

"Bang bang bang..."

I saw a string of tongues of fire emanating from the muzzle of the gun, and the black mist in front of my eyes was suddenly pierced in the air, and three holes the size of fists were pierced. Not only that, a puff of black smoke was burning at the edge of the wound in each hole, which seemed to be shot. The bullets that come out are not ordinary bullets.

"gun!"

Zhao Ke frowned. He had also thought about whether modern weapons could be transformed into stamp albums before. It's just that such things are strictly controlled in China.

Even if Lei Ke doesn't resign and wants to get a pistol for himself, the difficulty and risk are so great that neither Zhao Ke nor Lei Ke can afford it.

And the opponent is obviously a master shooter, whether it is drawing a gun or shooting, every action is almost impeccable.

"it hurts!"

Injured by the opponent's special bullets, the faces in the black mist were twisted together, resembling men and women, with screams from the old and the young, as if a group of women and children were screaming and crying.

"Humph!"

Seeing this, the man smiled coldly, relying on his extraordinary speed to quickly shuttle between the ships, while on the other hand he raised his pistol and kept shooting at the black mist.

"Bang bang bang..."

The bullets traced a strange trajectory in the air. Even while moving fast, every shot hit Heiwu precisely, with tricky angles, elusive, and unilateral killing.

Every bullet made a hole in Hei Wu's body, and Hei Wu, who was originally half a person tall, was smashed to pieces in a blink of an eye.

But at this moment, Zhao Ke suddenly heard a burst of "giggling" laughter from above his head, and when he looked up, he saw the pair of flower girls hanging in the air, clapping their hands lightly.

"Clap clap..."