Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Faced with Zhao Ke's temptations, Mou Lie's eyes suddenly became firm.

He kicked the chest of a living corpse, and at the same time took out a small black sail from the stamp album.

A line of blood symbols was written crookedly on the sail.

Moo Lie raised the small sail in his hand, and there was a bell ringing in the sail, only to hear the ringing of the bell, the surrounding corpses suddenly became stiff.

"I'm still a postman. As long as I complete the task, I will return to my best condition when I go back. I haven't changed, I'm still alive!"

Seeing the success of his props, Mou Lie's eyes were burning with his belief.

He firmly believes that his current state is just a simple transition, and once he returns, he can recover immediately.

"This guy!"

Zhao Ke now probably understands why Ao Lie has been infected and turned into a living corpse, but still retains his own consciousness.

This guy's will is really strong and a little scary.

Even though the S virus cadaverized his body, it couldn't interfere with his will.

It is this strong and unshakable willpower that even suppresses the effect of tonic angelica.

I don't know if it's because this guy has some kind of special power of stamps protecting him.

But such a strong willpower really made Zhao Ke feel terrible.

Zhao Ke didn't speak any more, and quietly looked at the communicator, which was connected to the monitoring screen.

I don't know if it was because Zhao Ke stimulated him just now.

At this time, Mou Li, who was sober, became more determined.

In order to speed up, Hunting kept calling out props.

With the power of props, he is as powerful as a god of war among the corpses.

Gradually, those living corpses began to feel fear.

They don't have thinking, but out of animal instinct, they are aware of the strength and invincibility of the man in front of them.

"right here!"

Seeing the door in front of him, Mou Lie's heart beat faster.

After rushing over quickly, there were gaps on both sides of the door, but fortunately, no living corpse could crawl in.

If it was later, it might not be easy to say.

"boom!"

He kicked open the door, only to see Qiu Shui lying there quietly as seen in the monitoring screen, as quiet as a sleeping beauty.

Lessons learned from last time.

Moo Lie quickly took out a handful of gray sand from the stamp album and sprinkled it on Qiu Shui.

It is a prop: the shadow of the prophet, who can briefly see the props in the target postal album.

Under the shadow of dust, Qiu Shui's stamp album gradually appeared in nothingness, with a unique ice blue cover.

Moo Lie's heart was shocked, and he rushed forward quickly, watching carefully.

It was found that Qiu Shui was in good condition, as if he had just survived the outbreak of the S virus.

"I won!"

Mouhun picked up the communicator and said in a cold voice.

"Congratulations, this game is not difficult, goodbye!"

In the communicator, after Zhao Ke hung up the communicator, there was no more sound.

But think about it, this guy is probably in a hurry to escape now.

"Hmph! I'll catch you sooner or later."

Mohun casually threw the communicator aside, hugged Qiu Shui, hesitated for a moment, but still took out the super potion from the stamp album.

Double checked myself.

There is nothing wrong with this potion.

But whether to inject Qiushui, Mao Li was in a mess.

Just looking at Qiu Shui's pale face, Mou Lie finally gritted his teeth and injected this super potion.

It was a fluke to survive the S virus this time.

But next time, since it is waiting to die next time, it is better to fight.

I saw that the medicine in my hand was injected.

Qiu Shui's originally pale face began to sweat profusely.

"Water... water..."

The faint voice cheered up Hunting's spirit, and he knew that it was because of the potion's effect.

It's just that the water in his stamp album has been drunk before.

With a glance, he saw the water dispenser beside him.

Inside is pure water.

Seeing this, Mou Lie brought a glass of water and carefully drank it for Qiu Shui.

Watching Qiu Shui drink the water in the quilt in small sips, his eyes trembled, and he gradually woke up.

"Qiu Shui, you're awake!"

Mou Lie took a deep breath and clenched his fists excitedly.

"I...I'm so thirsty..."

"Thirsty? Wait a minute, I'll get you water..."

Another glass of water was sent to Qiushui, but Qiushui couldn't stop feeling thirsty.