Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

another one?

When Xue Tong looked at it, his head suddenly became dizzy.

It was an old man just now, and now another one pops up.

What the heck.

However, although Xue Tong was shocked, he was still sure of winning.

Just two old men.

And without thousands of troops and hundreds of mutated zombies behind him, he still can't deal with them?

Added dishes at that time.

It seems to see Xue Tong's thoughts.

Zhao Ke silently took out something from the stamp album and handed it to Sambar.

It is none other than Ma Liang's pen.

This thing is not easy to use by myself, I only know simplified Chinese characters.

But don't forget, Sambar has lived from the Qing Dynasty to the present, and traditional Chinese characters are not easy for him.

It's best for him to use this thing.

Tell the sambar how to use it in a low voice.

"And this thing?"

The sambar's eyes lit up immediately.

Holding Ma Liang's pen holder in his hand, he almost bleeds down.

"Hahaha, this is simply a baby tailored for me!"

The sambar had a row of breasts, its face was flushed, and it said proudly: "Pindao was a scholar in the Tongzhi year, what are traditional characters, let me write a bigger one for you!"

When Zhao Ke heard this, the smile on his face grew stronger, and he thought: "Sure enough, there are two elders in the family, so happy to grow old!"

According to Zhao Ke's method, Sambar tapped the ground lightly with the pen in his hand.

The two paper figurines were called out by Sambar.

Seeing that the sambar can actually call out paper figurines.

Although Xue Tong didn't know what this guy was going to do, he instinctively had a bad premonition.

"Give it to me, tear up these three guys!"

He no longer had the fantasy of joining forces with Zhao Ke, and waved his palm, and immediately saw the densely packed living corpses behind him, forming a torrent of water, rushing towards the three of them.

These living corpses were kept by Xue Tong just in case.

They are all mutant zombies who are good at speed.

It was very similar to the one Zhao Ke met before, but basically he couldn't tell the appearance of the person.

The slender limbs crawled at an astonishingly fast speed.

The body has dark green black spines, which looks a bit like a porcupine at first glance.

Once you catch your target, turn around with weapons up and down.

And with a keen speed, if it were another place, Zhao Ke would really want to run.

After all, a good tiger can't stand a lot of wolves.

But in Daxia Ding, I want Xue Tong to understand why the flowers are so red.

The living corpse rushed into the woods, as nimble as an ape, yet maintaining the speed of a leopard.

In Zhao Ke's words, this is an excellent unit.

But even these excellent troops didn't come out after rushing into the grass.

A living corpse jumped on the canopy of the tree, trying to pounce on Zhao Ke in the air.

But as soon as it was provoked, it was suddenly entangled by a tree vine, without even giving it a chance to react, it was directly pulled down from midair.

The tree vines that had been waiting for a long time below quickly wrapped it up, pulled the living corpse into the pit, and buried it alive.

The huge forest is like a giant beast that chooses people to eat, quietly dormant there.

Waiting for the prey to come to the door.

"No! It's impossible!"

Xue Tong stood where he was, watching hundreds of living corpses disappear into the woods like this, without even a single drift.

A pair of eyes suddenly widened.

At this time, the sambar was also finished.

I saw him drawing crookedly on the yellow paper of the paper figurine.

Not traditional characters, nor official script, small seal script, or big seal script.

It is a kind of characters that Zhao Ke has never seen before, but it feels a bit familiar.

Looking at the painting, it looks a bit like a dragon.

"Is this okay? It doesn't seem to work when you paint it?" Zhao Ke reminded from the side.

The remarks on Ma Liang's pen holder are very clear.

Must be writing.

Perhaps it is because there is no pen tip, which makes the function of the pen holder somewhat incomplete.

Zhao Ke thought about it, and couldn't help complaining in his heart.

You say that Ma Liang is also short-sighted.

The note said that the lady sent back the pen holder and left the pen head.

Tell him clearly that the pen is missing a shaft.