Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

After Zhao Ke saw the attributes of this stamp, he couldn't help but a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, but soon, Zhao Ke extinguished the light.

To be honest, he really wanted to kill Old Man Zhou now, but the current situation was really not suitable for the two of them to continue fighting. Unless he was sure of killing Old Man Zhou with one blow, he couldn't kill Old Man Zhou with one blow, and he had to be buried with him.

Seemingly aware of the light in Zhao Ke's eyes, old man Zhou raised the corners of his mouth slightly, squinted his eyes and said, "You seem to value this stamp very much."

"Indeed, it is quite necessary."

Zhao Ke didn't hide it, even if he could, he would use trading means to exchange it.

"Okay, let me make a deal for you. There are many strange things in the horror space. If you can find clues about changing fate, please contact me. If I am not dead, just confirm the news , this stamp belongs to you.”

After the old man Zhou finished speaking, he handed a business card to Zhao Ke.

"Heinz jewelry?"

Looking at the signboard on the business card, Zhao Ke couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"When the time comes, if you call, just say you're looking for old man Zhou, and I'll know it's you."

"Are you not afraid that I will kill you in reality?"

"You can come and try."

The two were full of gunpowder, but they couldn't fight at this time. They sat and waited for a while, and saw that the vines below were stimulated by some kind of stimulation, and they were still writhing crazily up to now.

"Damn it, when will this old thing die?"

Seeing that the old lady Xiangu was not dead yet, the old man Zhou couldn't wait any longer. After thinking for a while, he took out something from the stamp album and said with a cold face: "Why don't you! Fry it, anyway! After death, we can leave immediately."

Zhao Ke took a look at the thing in Old Man Zhou's hand, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows, his face showed joy, and said: "Good thing!"

Chapter 107 Exciting!

Zhao Ke weighed a pack of black powder in his hand, it weighed at least half a catty.

This gunpowder should not be the ordinary gunpowder used for blasting mountains, but the highly potent gunpowder that has been purified and refined. Even though it is only half a catty, its power is several times higher than ordinary gunpowder.

Zhao Ke once thought that the transformation ability of the stamp book is enough for many people to bring powerful weapons and ammunition into the space of terror in reality.

Moreover, some heavy weapons are more convenient to carry than in reality.

However, this kind of thing is not easy to get in the strictly controlled real world. More importantly, I tried to bring my own coffin with me, but the news I got was that I didn't have enough authority.

So I dismissed this idea. If it takes a lot of effort and can't be transformed into the postage album, it will really make me angry if I can't catch the fox.

Zhao Ke was a little surprised that Old Man Zhou was able to come up with such a trick as black powder at this time.

Seeing Zhao Ke's surprised expression, the old man Zhou finally felt a little complacent, held the gunpowder in his hand, and said, "Throw this thing down later, and blow him upside down. If you don't believe it, you can't kill that old thing."

As Old Man Zhou said, he stuck a talisman on the gunpowder bag, and when he was about to throw it down, Zhao Ke suddenly grabbed him.

"Wait."

"what??"

Old man Zhou was taken aback for a moment, and looked up at Zhao Ke. Zhao Ke looked around carefully, then looked back at Old Man Zhou: "Did you hear any sound?"

"sound??"

Hearing this, old man Zhou couldn't help but listen carefully with his ears sideways. He only heard the creaking noises around him, a bit like the sound of mice gnawing on something, but after listening carefully, it didn't sound like much.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a heavy blow sounded, which startled Zhao Ke and old man Zhou. With a glance, they saw Feng San outside the crystal door. Feng San, who had left before, turned back at some point and hit the crystal door .

Holding the key in both hands, trying to open the door.

But at this time, Feng San discovered that the crystal door needs someone to turn the key at the same time to open the crystal door, but the problem is that the two key holes, one on the left and one on the right, are separated by ten meters in the middle.

Feng San had only one person, and there was no way to turn the keys at the same time, so naturally they couldn't open the crystal door.

Unable to open the crystal door, Feng San climbed on the crystal door, knocked hard, opened his mouth, and seemed to be shouting something, but Zhao Ke and Old Man Zhou couldn't hear it at all.

"Why did he come back?"

Old man Zhou and Zhao Ke looked at each other, unable to guess the reason behind it, but Feng San seemed very anxious.

"Kill her, kill her quickly!! Bang bang bang..."

Outside the crystal door, Feng San fixed his eyes on the old lady who had been completely deformed by the tree vines, and screamed.

Counting all kinds of calculations, how many times he escaped from death, he thought he was the last winner, but who would have known that if he made a wrong move, he would lose everything.

It was obviously a fatal blow, but he should never have pushed the old lady into the vines.

Seeing Zhao Ke and Old Man Zhou hiding on the red coffin, Feng San yelled desperately, even if he knew that even if the two heard it, they might not really help him, but now, he can't care so much anymore.

At this moment, Feng San suddenly heard a low sound of footsteps behind him, and a gust of cold wind came from nowhere. In an instant, Feng San's whole body was cold, and a layer of goose bumps stood up.

The stiff neck slowly turned around, and when he turned around, he saw a pair of skinny hands in the darkness behind him, suddenly hugging his face and twisting it slightly.

"Crack!"

The picture in front of him continued to rotate, and there was a "plop", and the last picture in front of him was frozen on a pair of skinny feet.

On the coffin, Zhao Ke and Old Man Zhou couldn't help but glance at each other. They saw the whole process more clearly than Feng San.

Outside the door, corpses jumped out of nowhere, and there were dense figures in the darkness, which made people feel their scalps go numb.

"Gudong!"

Old man Zhou swallowed his mouth, and said to himself, "Fortunately, I didn't run out with him!"

Otherwise, it is estimated that it is impossible to escape now, so many zombies, God knows where they jumped out, let alone him, even if all the postmen in the horror space teamed up this time, it would be a dead word.

These zombies looked a little different from that female shaman's corpse. Most of them were haggard, with sunken eye sockets, and some eyes had turned into a layer of dried skin.

In Jin Tong's vision, these corpses are surrounded by a very strong light, as if their souls are still in their bodies, and have been there for thousands of years.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. Just imagine that when you are lying in a coffin, unable to speak or make a sound, you can feel the process of your skin rotting and shriveling every second.

Just thinking about it in a different position made Zhao Ke shudder all over.

If that's the case, he chooses to die, even if his soul flies to annihilation.

"Look, they seem to be opening the door!"

The expression on Old Man Zhou's face changed, and he saw these zombies twisting the keys at the same time, trying to open the crystal door.