Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

The bright red Han skirt is as thin as gauze, and you can see the slender thighs under the red skirt, which are as smooth as suet. The petite and well-shaped feet do not even have a single wrinkle. The smooth feet are enough to make those foot fetishists They are crazy.

Not to mention those foot fetishes, even Zhao Ke couldn't help but wonder when he saw these feet.

"Gudong!"

Zhao Ke swallowed a mouthful of spit, and continued to look up along his thighs. His slender waist and plump white fingers seemed to be from the root, but he seemed to be holding a black box in his hand.

The moment he saw the box, a golden light burst out from the golden pupil of Zhao Ke's left eye, and he saw that there seemed to be a sun in the box, which was so dazzling that Zhao Ke couldn't help but close his golden eyes.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke's heart trembled, and he slowly stretched out his hand to take the box, but when he stretched his hand halfway, Zhao Ke squinted and saw that the woman's face was covered by a red veil.

This made Zhao Ke unable to hold back his curiosity, and slowly moved his fingers towards the red yarn, carefully pinching a corner of the red yarn, Zhao Ke took a deep breath.

I feel my heart jumping up and down, and my breathing becomes slow, as if you are hiding outside the bathroom, peeping at girls taking a bath, and you are more nervous than being a thief.

Although Zhao Ke reminded repeatedly in his heart that this was just a corpse, when the red gauze was lifted, the suet-like skin was still slightly rosy, giving Zhao Ke the illusion that the female corpse in front of him seemed to be still alive.

"Who is she? Why is she buried here? Is she a shaman? Or a princess?"

The round chin, without a trace of fat, and the pair of bright red lips set off by the fair skin, make people look imaginative.

Zhao Ke couldn't help but took a deep breath, licked the chapped corner of his mouth with his tongue, gritted his teeth and let go of his finger, not daring to continue to lift it up.

Closing his eyes, Zhao Ke tried his best to suppress the restless thoughts in his dantian, and he enlightened himself psychologically: "Red pink and withered bones, no matter how beautiful it is, it is still a corpse. If it is exposed to the sun, the corpse may turn black and deteriorate soon."

Thinking of many deteriorating corpses in his head, Zhao Ke felt that the restlessness under his dantian gradually subsided, and then slowly opened his eyes, and took a look into the coffin.

The moment Zhao Ke looked at the coffin, his eyes couldn't help but widen, as if he had seen a ghost. Where's the corpse? ?

The empty coffin in front of him, the female corpse who was lying here just now, disappeared in the blink of an eye?

Seeing that there was only a roll of red silk and the black box in the coffin, Zhao Ke's face turned pale, and the hair on his back stood up.

He suddenly turned around and looked behind him, and found that there was nothing behind him, and a drop of cold sweat rolled down Zhao Ke's forehead.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke gritted his teeth and turned around.

Still nothing, looking at the empty coffin, only the black box, Zhao Ke clenched his teeth, grabbed the black box, and said: "Return..."

It's just that the last word couldn't be uttered in his heart, Zhao Ke's expression suddenly froze, and his vision began to become dull.

It seems that a second is infinitely extended, and I seem to be frozen in place, not only the freeze of the body, but even the thinking, are frozen in this moment.

He saw a smear of red silk fluttering past his cheeks in front of his eyes, his thin white and boneless fingers gently walked up Zhao Ke's spine, the cold fingers were like solid ice, emitting a biting chill.

I saw the finger go up along Zhao Ke's joints, and when it reached the chest, I saw the finger snapped lightly, and the hand was as easy as inserting butter, and the palm was grasped on Zhao Ke's spine.

Even though his thoughts were frozen at this moment, Zhao Ke could clearly feel that his spine was being grasped by a hand and pulled out of the skin bit by bit.

Zhao Ke could even hear the "crack-crack-crack" sound of the joints being worn out, and every time a joint was pulled out, there would be a "bang" cracking sound, as if it was the death knell of the god of death, and each sound seemed to be announcing the funeral for Zhao Ke .

"Whoo~"

At this time, Zhao Ke's ears felt warm, and a faint fragrance came to his nostrils, and he saw another hand swimming from behind him, hugging him tightly in his arms.

The bright red lips parted slightly, revealing a pair of small white canine teeth, aiming at Zhao Ke's neck and biting down.

Zhao Ke's sluggish pupils contracted slightly, and he couldn't bring up any thoughts in his mind, but he could clearly feel that Death God's feet were starting to speed up.

However, at this moment, bright red blood beads were seen flowing down Zhao Ke's neck, hitting the string of Buddha beads in Zhao Ke's arms impartially.

The blood-stained beads seemed to be stimulated by something, and a golden light erupted from the beads.

"Namo Amitabha!"

The sound of the Buddha's horn was deafening, and I saw a stream of Buddha's light emanating from the string of beads in Zhao Ke's arms, reflecting the shadow of the Buddha in midair.

The Buddha's light shines, and behind Zhao Ke, a rosy glow rolls over, his jade feet lightly step on the gravel, and the red veil falls from his face as the figure turns around.

The moment the red gauze fell, it seemed as if the color of the surrounding world was eclipsed in an instant. Her black hair was flowing freely, like a waterfall pouring down, and her melon-seeded face was round and stylish, full of oriental femininity and coquettishness.

But it was a pair of sword eyebrows, almond eyes slightly closed, with a little domineering heroism between the brows, with a backhand swipe, a roll of red gauze floated up, covering the Buddha's light.

"what!"

At the same time, Zhao Ke was also freed from the freeze frame, but what he was greeted with was a huge pain like a tide, his body went limp, and he fell limply on the ground.

There was a crack on Zhao Ke's back, and most of his white spine had been pulled out, exposing it to the air.

"Back to reality!"

This was the only year Zhao Ke had left, and he shouted out almost with all his strength, and suddenly Zhao Ke's body slowly began to turn into nothingness, and finally quickly disappeared into the space.

"Everyone, the place we are going to go today is the front. There is the latest viewing platform built by Qianmiao Village. Standing on it is the best place to take pictures."

The tour guide waved the small red flag in his hand, and while explaining vigorously, he pointed to the forest behind and said, "Everyone, pay attention, we don't want to go to that area. It is an undeveloped area and tourists are forbidden to enter. It will be very crowded inside. It's dangerous, everyone just follow me."

At this time, a sharp-eyed tourist was suddenly taken aback, pointing to the gazebo in front of him and said, "Why is there someone on the ground?"

The tour guide was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and when he looked back, sure enough, he saw a figure curled up on the ground under the gazebo on the viewing platform, trembling all over.

"Everyone wait here, don't walk around!"

Seeing this, the tour guide's complexion changed, and he didn't dare to let the tourists approach, but walked up quickly by himself to have a look.

On the ground was a thin young man who looked about twenty-four and five, curled up with his eyes closed all the time, fell to the ground, trembling uncontrollably all over his body.

"Could it be epilepsy?"

The tour guide's expression suddenly turned ugly, and when he quickly took out his mobile phone and was about to call the police, he subconsciously glanced at the young man's face from the corner of his eye. The tour guide's eyes suddenly sank after sweeping, and he saw the young man's face was pale and frightening, with a pair of pupils flickering. Blue light.

The tour guide stared at Zhao Ke with dull eyes for a while, and saw her hang up the phone with a numb face, as if she had lost her soul, she stood up and walked back to the tour group not far away.

"How is it?" Someone stepped forward and asked with concern.

The tour guide was stunned for a while, and then asked with a puzzled look: "What? How about something?"

All the tourists couldn't help but glance at each other. When someone pointed to the gazebo and was about to speak, they couldn't help but stare and said in surprise, "Huh?? Where's that person??"

Chapter 111 Golden Ribs

It's not yet noon, but some people in the village have already started cooking. It's almost the [-]th Golden Week, and many tour groups have started to settle in the surrounding farmhouses or hotels one after another.

"Hey, have you heard? This morning, someone saw a ghost on the viewing platform. I heard that a black shadow flickered a few times before disappearing. The tour guide can't even remember what he did."

"Really? So mysterious?"

"of course it's true!"