Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Countless pupils imprinted Zhao Ke's shadow, making Zhao Ke's already pale complexion suddenly turn sallow, and a chill surged up Zhao Ke's soles, making his muscles tense involuntarily.

"run!"

Regardless of the origin of the big hands in front of him, the only thought in Zhao Ke's mind was to escape.

But he was fixed in nothingness, and the thoughts in his mind could not be transformed into actual actions.

What's more, the natal stamp was broken, and even the postal album could not be used. Naturally, there was no way to summon the Great Xia Ding.

"Rumble..."

Nothingness began to twist, making a deafening roar.

Obviously, it is not easy for these mountain-like hands to truly pierce nothingness.

It seems that there is an invisible boundary between the two.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke felt a lot more relieved. Although he didn't know how long this limit could last, he finally had a chance to breathe.

Zhao Ke tried to struggle a few times, his hands gradually got used to it, and he stretched out to his crotch bit by bit.

Since Ji Wusui can sense himself in the ghost market.

So here, maybe he can also be sensed.

"Crack!"

However, at this moment, a white crack visible to the naked eye suddenly burst open in nothingness.

Like a ray of white light, piercing through nothingness out of thin air.

Seeing the white light getting stronger and stronger, the corner of Zhao Ke's mouth twitched, and he opened his crotch with his fingers.

With a stiff neck, he lowered his head and looked at the root of his thigh in his crotch.

Heart said: "Mother, if you don't come again, just wait to be a widow."

However, when Zhao Ke looked at the mark Ji Wusui left on his thigh.

Zhao Ke's heart skipped a beat.

The marks on the thighs were still dimmed.

There is only a shallow imprint, and even if you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all.

This made Zhao Ke secretly scream badly, as if he vaguely remembered that in Ji Wusui's words, it seemed that this period of time about himself had been erased.

She cannot find herself across time.

Zhao Ke originally thought that once he left the horror space, time would resume. With the imprint, Ji Wusui would find him soon.

But now it seems that I was wrong.

Actually, Zhao Ke was right.

But there was one point that Zhao Ke ignored.

After all, he is just a postman who has just entered the intermediate level.

In some knowledge, it is far inferior to the old fritters such as fat pigs and big smoking guns that have been around for a long time.

Looking at the two ends, the horror space and the real plane, in terms of stagnant time, it is actually not difficult to understand, there is no concept of time here at all.

If Zhao Ke wants to make Ji Wusui find himself again, he must enter reality or another terrifying space.

When the imprint touches time again, it can follow the thread of time to reconnect with Ji Wusui.

Simply put, it is like the battery of a car.

When the car is running, it will automatically recharge the motor.

But if the car is not driven for a long time, the power in the battery will run out.

Either you figure out a way to restart the engine.

Either you find a way to charge the battery.

This is a very simple truth, but Zhao Ke can't care so much now.

Because the cracks in front of him are getting deeper and deeper.

Nothingness should be dead silence.

But today, there were bursts of humming sounds like landslides and ground cracks.

All the eyes on those giant hands were fixed on Zhao Ke's body.

It seems that he has great hostility towards Zhao Ke.

Fingers like hills pierced into the white gaps, pulling and expanding the gaps.

A finger pierced into the void along the gap.

It was only the size of a fingertip, but obviously, it was impossible to go any further.

It was as if somewhere in the dark, there was something shackling the owner of these big hands.

But even if it was just the tip of a finger, at this moment, Zhao Ke's heart was cast with a harbinger of catastrophe.

On the tip of the finger, a huge eye opened.

The empty eyes, like a black hole born in the darkness, ruthlessly swallowed the surrounding life into it.

"Damn!!"

Zhao Ke was stared at by this eyeball, his whole body was hairy, but his body was shrouded in fluorescent light, and he couldn't move at all.

At this moment, Zhao Ke suddenly felt something, suddenly raised his head, followed the direction of the fluorescent light, and looked into the depths of nothingness.

The secondary pupil in the pupil opens.

Even if there is no stamp album and no ability, but the power belonging to Zhao Ke himself has not all disappeared.

Follow the fluorescence to look deep.

Vaguely, Zhao Ke seemed to see a mirror in the darkness.

The mirror is very big.