The Master of the Strange Realm

As he walked down the street on a rainy morning, Jenkins tried to link the weather to bad luck and told his dad what he thought. Dad thought that he was thinking too much. With such time, it was better to think carefully about what to do first when he arrived at the church.

"So, since the girl just said that she is also going to participate in negotiations, does it mean that we will have a chance to see fellow travelers in the future?"

"Theoretically, that's the case, if that person isn't put in danger because of us."

Jenkins estimated that it would be a forty-minute journey from the current location to the church, based on the fact that there were no obstacles ahead and he and his dad were moving at a normal pace. In fact, the pace of the two of them was even faster, because neither of them was in the mood to walk in the rain, and it was certainly impossible to have an unimpeded future.

After leaving the low-lying slum next to the bridge, they turned into a shopping street that neither Jenkins nor the original owner had ever walked. Even in bad weather, most shop owners are open for business.

Although Dad and Jenkins had both had breakfast, neither of them minded having a cup of hot tea before moving on. Although this sounds like a waste of time, both of them also know that the time it takes to arrive at the church has little to do with how fast they walk.

Not to mention, since just now, there have been strange movements in various parts of the city. It seems that they are not the only ones who may not be able to reach the church in time. Jenkins has learned about the church's ingenious plan from his father. The church seems to be thinking that, if possible, it will take this opportunity to eliminate the effective force of most of the cultists entrenched in Nolan.

This is of course difficult to do, but this is a really good opportunity.

It happened that the restaurant on the roadside was already open, so they went in with peace of mind. They were originally planning to have a cup of tea and leave, but after getting the menu, everyone ordered some food.

"Is this really okay for us?"

He was still a bit wary of wasting time.

"The negotiations started at ten o'clock, and it's not even eight o'clock now."

Dad confirmed the time:

"Besides, there might be strange things blocking the way soon. Only when you are full can you have strength, right?"

The old man's way of thinking is probably a little different from Jenkins, but seeing his father's unfazed look, Jenkins ordered another breakfast for his cat.

I didn’t eat much chocolate at home this morning. It seemed that Jenkins was angry because Jenkins didn’t take it home to rest last night. The timid cat hates unfamiliar environments. But now the anger is gone, so I have a good appetite.

I didn't stay in the restaurant for a long time. It only took fifteen minutes from the time I walked in to the time I walked out. During this period, Jenkins did see some hurried Gifters passing by the door, and they were all Gifters whom he did not recognize. He believed that these were members of the False God Cult.

When we continued to set off, the rain still did not let up. At the end of the shopping street was a five-way intersection. Jenkins and his father took the straight road to the east. No matter whether they choose to go southeast or due south, , can reach the church.

"So which way to go?"

Standing by the mailbox at the intersection, Jenkins asked his father.

"I remember the two roads are equally close, either way is fine."

"I think there are actually ambushes blocking us on both roads, so we might as well choose one at random."

Jenkins suggested, realizing that this might affect the future for the next hour, he tried to use [Unknown Way Ahead]. It's a pity that this is not a decision of fate, and ability has no effect at all.

"Chocolate, which way?"

He asked his cat again. The cat squeezed its little head out from between the buttons of the coat, barked and got back, not intending to give Jenkins any advice.

He was about to make a guessing decision with his father when he suddenly saw a man across the street, staggering across the street and walking towards this side, looking like a drunken man unable to control his pace.

"Something's wrong."

Dad also reminded.

Seeing the staggering man heading this way, Jenkins and his father avoided it to the left and right respectively. The man then hit the metal mailbox, making a loud noise.

The human body cannot compete with metal, so the person fell, but there was no problem with the mailbox. The man fell face down in the puddle in front of the mailbox. Jenkins stood relatively close and even saw the gurgling sound his face made in the puddle. Fortunately, the water was relatively shallow, and before he drowned, The water was sucked clean.

"Be careful. If it has abilities like [Corpse Explosion], it will be very dangerous to get close."

Dad reminded Jenkins.

"It's not corpse explosion. This person is not dead... He is not the Giver, but how can there be a black spirit... We'd better stay away. This time it's a strange thing."

In Jenkins' eyes, a black aura that did not exist before appeared on both the mailbox and the man's body at the moment the man collided with the mailbox. As the man fell, the spiritual light gradually strengthened, and broke through the lowest critical point of the strange spiritual light at an extremely fast speed.

"What kind of weird thing is this?"

"Do you think of me as an encyclopedia? Unless it has a very special appearance, we can only judge numbered items based on their characteristics. Have you forgotten what I taught you?"

Now is obviously not a good time to blame Jenkins. As Dad and Jenkins talked, they actually started thinking about running away. Although running away may not be useful when facing a weirdo, it must be the simplest and most practical way to save your life. This is the content of the first lesson that Dad taught Jenkins. It was based on this point that when he first met the flower girl, Jenkins ran away without even asking for change.

But this weirdo obviously also has the ability to bind space. Dad and Jenkins didn't run far before they found that they were back to the empty intersection again. However, the man who collided with the mailbox had climbed up from the muddy ground. He held the mailbox covered with raindrops with one hand, and his originally brown coat turned into military green, which is the color of the postman's uniform.

Looking at the two people who stopped running, the man's eyes were no longer white, but all black. Originally a human, now there is no doubt that it is a weirdo.

"There aren't many weird creatures that use the bodies of ordinary people as a means of showing up. Give me some time, I'll think about it..."

Jenkins heard his father muttering to himself. The two stood in the rain as if they were facing a great enemy, waiting for the other party to speak. It would be irrational to run away in this situation.

Section 2030 Chapter 2000 No entry without permission

"Do you have any letters to send?"

The stranger took out a worn gray shoulder bag from behind and straddled it, but there was obviously no place to hide things behind him.

Refusing to send a letter or really sending a letter may cause trouble. Jenkins didn't speak, but looked at his father, and sure enough, he saw that his father looked clear.

[Postman's appearance] + [asking if you want to send a letter], these two points are very obvious features, I think the father already knows what this is.

"Do you remember the little girl selling flowers you met?"

The father asked.

"Of course I remember, and I remember it vividly."

That experience changed Jenkins in a sense.

"This is similar to that one. This is A-11-2-3822 [Cheap Postman]. It can help people send any item they want to send to the right person."

"So, Dad, what's the price?"

"The price depends on the type of item being mailed. Different items have different prices. For example, the price of sending a letter is one-third of the soul, and the price of sending food is the permanent loss of the five senses and the sixth sense that can feel terrible hallucinations... and refusing to mail it will anger this guy."

The weirdo is not completely invincible and immortal. Most of the weirdos have an upper limit to their combat power. But the danger of weirdos lies not in their power but in their characteristics. For example, the little girl selling flowers, her own power is only at the level of a demigod, but the superposition of her identity as a flower girl and the basket makes her basically invincible.

Especially this kind of "rule-based" weirdo, because of its weak combat power, its characteristics are more restrictive. Neither Jenkins nor Dad thought of using force to solve the guy in front of them. Jenkins asked in a low voice:

"So what should we do? Gamble on luck? I don't like doing this."

He noticed that a colorful arc of light appeared in the distant sky for a moment, but it disappeared in an instant, and he didn't know what happened in the distance.

"I don't like doing this either."

Dad said with a gloomy face, and then asked:

"Do you have any paper on you? Letter paper."

"Yes."

He reached into his arms, pushed away the chocolate claws, and then drew a piece of paper out of thin air and took it out. This looked suspicious. No one would put only a piece of paper in their arms, and the paper was not wrinkled, but Dad was too lazy to ask.

"The [cheap postman] is somewhat different from the little girl selling flowers you met. It has no entity and can only appear when it depends on a real humanoid creature. Some extremely large exorcism rituals can temporarily exile it, but it is definitely impossible for the two of us to do it alone.

In addition, the only safe and reliable way is to send the mail to a place where the postman cannot deliver it. In this way, if it cannot be delivered, we will naturally not be charged. And it is the postman who cannot deliver it, not our active refusal, so it will not affect us."

"Then can you write some exaggerated recipients?"

"I know what you are thinking, Jenkins, of course not. You can only write mortals, and they must be living people, and this person must have met the writer, not just heard of him."

Dad said again, which rejected the options of the fortune-teller girl (not a mortal) or Mr. Pisco (not sure whether he is dead).

"But how could someone who meets these conditions live in a place where the postman can't deliver?"

"If it's really possible to find such a person right away, the postman's danger level wouldn't be so high."

The old man took Jenkins' paper and took out a pen from his pocket. He was determined not to let Jenkins write a letter, and he would bear the consequences of any problems.

Jenkins and the old man discussed for too long, and the postman asked again:

"Do you want to send a letter?"

"Dad, he seems to be impatient."

"It doesn't matter, we are safe until he asks for the third time."

The old man stuffed his umbrella into Jenkins' hands, and he held a pen in one hand and a paper in the other to prepare for writing.

"Dad, I seem to see a strange benefactor in the house opposite. It shouldn't be a coincidence. I remember that the stumbling man just now came from the direction of that house."

"Releasing such a weird thing is definitely not something that can be done by remote control. The current situation is different from when we met the dancer, so those cultists must be nearby, which is not surprising. It's just that we can't get away now and can't catch them."

"No, Dad, what I want to say is, can we get them here? Let them send the letter?"

This is a good idea, but unfortunately, Dad and Jenkins can't leave before the letter is sent. Dad was still writing with difficulty, and Jenkins held an umbrella for him to prevent raindrops from wetting the letter paper:

"Dad, did the church also foresee that we would encounter strange things?"

"Yes, but I originally thought that the probability of this was very small. But don't worry, I have a boat ticket here, at least you can leave safely. Don't disturb me all the time, I'm writing seriously."

"Dad..."

"Oh, Jenkins, I said, don't disturb me. And why don't you look nervous at all."

Dad then noticed that Jenkins was looking around.

"Nervous?"

He asked back:

"Why are you nervous?"

"Are you going to send a letter?"

"Oops!"

Dad exclaimed, speeding up his writing. The third inquiry was faster than he thought, and the letter could only be hastily concluded. But before Dad wrote the mailing address clearly, Jenkins threw away Dad's umbrella, held the umbrella with one hand to cover the two of them, and then reached into his arms again.

He also slapped away the little paw that was stretched out from the chocolate in his arms, and then took out an envelope with various information already filled in and even stamps on it:

"I want to send a letter."

He said it before his father, who was extremely frightened, but Jenkins shook his head to indicate that it was okay:

"This letter is sent to my fiancée, Britney Michael. It doesn't need to be mailed to her. I hope it can be sent to her bedroom, on the left side of her pillow."

He pinched the envelope with two fingers and tapped the address with the third finger:

"It must be sent to this location."

Jenkins' letter-sending requirements were completely in line with what his father said. Britney was a mortal, she was still alive at the current time point, and she was still living in the material world. The address Jenkins provided was also real.

But the postman did not take the letter, but stared at Jenkins with all black eyes. Jenkins looked at it fearlessly:

"Yes, please send the letter to the second floor of William's house, St. George Street, Nolan City, West Coast, Fidictli Kingdom, the third bedroom on the left hand side of the stairs."

The problem is that monsters cannot enter Jenkins's house without permission.

PS: Two thousand chapters have passed in the blink of an eye. When I started this book, I really didn't expect it to be so long. I didn't expect that the last volume would be so long. It's not that the author deliberately delayed it, but there are too many things to explain clearly.

But don't worry, it's really the end. The specific end time cannot be determined, but it won't be too long.

Chapter 2031 Chapter 2001 The so-called show-off

Even the church of the Orthodox Church is in danger of being invaded by monsters, but so far, no monster has ever appeared directly in Jenkins's home. Even the son of the evil god born in the neighbor's house did not dare to invade.

The church itself was built by mortals and used to worship gods. There is suppression of monsters, but it does not mean a complete ban. The Jenkins family is the residence of the real gods, which is why Jenkins insisted not to move and let his family leave Nolan after the final battle.

"Can this letter be delivered?"

Seeing that the other party was slow to speak, Jenkins asked. He took a step forward, and the postman subconsciously stepped back, and then hit the mailbox behind him with a bang.

The sound of the collision was not very loud, and the mailbox did not even shake, but the postman still fell down. He twitched on the ground, and the black aura disappeared as quickly as paper in the fire, until it disappeared completely, as if it was washed away by the rain from the sky.

Although Dad could not see the aura, he could feel the unique spiritual pollution of the weird and the disappearance of the oppressive force. He let out a long breath, bent down and picked up his umbrella:

"I won't ask you what you did to your house, as long as you can successfully dispel it."

"I felt the spirit, but it was very weak."

"Normal, you just expelled it, not made it disappear completely."

He looked at the house Jenkins had just pointed out:

"Are those cultists still in there?"

"They are escaping, just climbed over the wall, there are three people in total, one is level six, and the other two are not worth mentioning. If we chase them now, we may be able to catch up."

Dad thought for a while: