Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Zhao Ke turned his head and glanced at Sambar, meaning, why didn't you kill him? ?

"Master, Pindao never kills with his hands, let alone kills."

Sambar rubbed his shoulders, but he didn't lie to Zhao Ke.

It is true that he has never killed anyone, but he has fought with others, and often he can't fight himself, so he simply lives in front of the other party's house.

After the grandparents and grandchildren of this family have passed through and completely declined, he ran to the grave of the other party.

Put each other's baby in your hand to show off.

Speaking of killing, he has never done it.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke shook his head helplessly, ignored the sambar, quickly called out the stamp album, glanced at "Great Xia Ding" from the corner of his eye

The status of Da Xia Ding's golden stamp has all turned gray.

And his own postal points were also deducted a lot, which made Zhao Ke feel deeply pained.

You know, what he lacks the most is postal points.

But the only thing that can make Zhao Ke feel a little bit relieved is the blood hammer.

Absorbed part of Wang Wei's resentment, Blood Hammer's resentment has reached 8 at this time, although it is still +1

But it seems that the distance to reach +2 is not far away.

Throw a golden medicine steamed bun to Sambar, let him replenish his consumption, and give Xue Jizi to him at the same time.

After all, if possible, Zhao Ke didn't want this old thing to die here.

"You are all beasts, beasts, I will kill you sooner or later, kill you all!"

Wang Heng's scolding continued.

Zhao Ke was immediately annoyed. He was already in a bad mood, but he felt amused when he heard Wang Heng's angry roar in his crying voice.

Walking forward, he kicked Wang Heng up on the ground, and stretched out his hand like catching a chicken, and lifted Wang Heng in his hand.

"When did you become a loving father? Have you forgotten how you sold your daughter?"

Zhao Ke brought Wang Heng's face close to his face, and asked coldly.

"nonsense!"

The left half of Wang Heng's face still had Zhao Ke's shoe prints on it, and his face was swollen. He looked so miserable that it was unbearable to look at it.

But after hearing what Zhao Ke said, Wang Heng still glared at Zhao Ke.

Weiwei is his daughter, how could he harm her.

"Forget it, he seems to have been erased from that part of his memory."

The sambar beside him couldn't bear to watch, although he was a monster, his heart was soft after all.

But Zhao Ke didn't support his words, forgot to mean whitewashing? ?

If this is the case, then I only need to use the camera to turn myself into a big fool, can I become a fool like Qi Liang, and from then on I will be the incarnation of justice? ?

Amnesia does not mean that it has not been done. What has been done will eventually leave traces, just like white paper stained with ink, which cannot be washed clean.

Looking back at Wang Heng with a blank face: "Didn't you forget? Here you go, see for yourself, don't tell me, you don't recognize your daughter's handwriting?"

Zhao Ke stuffed the two diaries into Wang Heng's arms, threw him on the ground casually, and left him alone.

In fact, as long as this guy calms down, Zhao Ke won't bother to pay attention to him, and if he kills him, he will only dirty his hands.

It looks like a dog now, but in Zhao Ke's eyes, it's just those expired rotten meat, after being soaked in formalin, it looks clean. In fact, Zhao Ke feels even more disgusted.

"What should we do now? In this place, yin and yang are disordered, and the five qi are blocked. Death, Jedi, and ghosts can't get out!"

The sambar took out a compass out of nowhere, looked around, and his heart suddenly became cold.

He has traveled all these years, but he has never seen such a desperate situation.

It is simply that strangers should not enter, and those who enter must die.

"Think of a way, there must be a way out."

Zhao Ke thought about it for a while, and he felt that it was impossible for the stamp album to give, and it was an impossible task.

Since it is reminded that if they want to leave here, there must be a way to leave here, and it is not stated in the mission that they must kill the Taoist nun and Wang Wei before they can leave, so the way of leaving may still need to be discussed.

"No! Impossible! This... this is not true!"

At this time, Wang Heng went crazy again, but this time, he really went crazy.

Looking at the two diaries, filled with words.

Wang Heng knew very well that these words were all written by his daughter.

Because of Wang Wei's handwriting, there is a small problem, once it is written down, there will always be an irregular small tick.

This small problem was passed down from himself when he taught Wang Wei to write.

Sometimes Wang Heng still thinks that this may be the same origin, and he is not ashamed of it, but secretly enjoys it in private.

Therefore, whether Wang Wei's font has been imitated, Wang Heng can tell at a glance.

But he couldn't take it.

He tried hard to think, but the memory in his mind had been completely erased by Wang Wei.

No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't think of it. The only thing he could think of was that he planned to buy Wang Wei a birthday cake with the salary he had just paid.

The bits and pieces that have passed.

For the gambling, alcoholism, and even...

"No no no! I didn't do it, it couldn't be me."

Wang Heng tried his best to tell himself that these were all fake.

But he already knew in his heart that these were real.

The piercing pain pierced into his heart, making it difficult for him to accept what he did, and he slammed his fist hard on his head.

Bang bang bang!