Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

It's a pity that Zhao Ke is not here. Although the taste of Baiwei Tang is fragrant, it doesn't float into the kind of place that is abandoned.

"Revenge for injustice and revenge for injustice, beat and beat, smash and smash, drink some soup, it's time to calm down."

The wheels were grinding the blood on the ground, and everyone looked at it, and it was an old lady.

For a moment, everyone's expressions became strange.

The old lady was dressed in plain clothes, with white hair, she seemed to be very old.

Her back was hunched, and she walked over pushing the cart. It was really worrying whether she would fall while walking.

"This old lady...does she look familiar?"

At this time, someone looked at the old lady, suddenly remembered, and slapped his head: "Yes, I have seen her, the one who bought shredded tobacco. I saw her in the Lion House before."

Someone mentioned this, and many people responded one after another.

After all, in such a high-end place as the Lion House, I occasionally see such an old woman buying shredded tobacco.

Anyone who changes his mind can't help but look at it more or less, and have an impression in his heart.

"Hey, old woman, if you don't sell your shredded tobacco, it's time to sell soup. You really know how to do business."

While speaking, a figure walked towards the old lady.

Before the person approached, the strong smell of blood on his body made the surrounding air greasy.

It feels like taking a breath in the nasal cavity is like pouring a bottle of plasma into one's nasal cavity, which is disgusting.

The visitor had a bald head with nine scars on the top of his head, but his body was as thin as a bamboo pole. His tall and thin body had such a resounding title.

blood slaughter.

"When did this butcher come!"

When someone saw the blood slaughter, they couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive in their hearts. This guy is a famous lunatic.

But obviously his methods are extremely cruel, he likes to crush people into pieces and shower them with blood, but he is a postman of the sacred department who is proficient in Buddhism.

It was even rumored that this Xue Tu was a direct disciple of a Tantric master.

But these are just rumors, but Xue Tu's strength is not rumors.

In the latest horror space, this guy punched Aohun and forced a new force like the Hounds to give him the best benefits.

It is conceivable how amazing Xue Tu's strength is.

When someone saw Xue Tu approaching, they couldn't help but sweat for the old lady. Who knows if this insane butcher would push the old lady's head into the soup pot.

"Hey, don't overdo it!"

But at this moment, a person stood sideways, standing in front of Xuetu.

Everyone took a look, from time to time someone else turned out to be the leading brother, Qi Liang.

"Ah!"

Xuetu stared at Qi Liang's face, and could feel the strong sacred aura on Qi Liang.

Very pure, like a piece of pure gold, without any impurities.

It's just... a rippling smile appeared on Xuetu's thin cheeks, and he smiled dismissively: "Pearls of rice!"

While speaking, Xue Tu took a step forward.

In one step, the faces of everyone changed suddenly, and they all backed away.

I saw that the surrounding space was distorted, and the thick blood was intertwined with a Shura purgatory that was visible to the naked eye.

Thousands of corpses approached in front of him, making Qi Liang's face pale.

But at this time, the old lady's laughter came from beside her ears.

"The sound of shredded tobacco is not easy to make, but it's good to make soup instead. Changes make sense, and general rules lead to survival. People always have to find a way out for themselves."

The old lady grinned, revealing her big withered and yellow teeth, but her hoarse voice gave off an inexplicable sense of peace of mind.

Ling Qiliang was in awe, his eyes suddenly became clear, and he was surrounded by a golden light on his body, so he was no longer affected by the blood slaughter.

I saw the old lady holding an iron spoon, sprinkle a pinch of crushed garlic yellow on the bottom of the bowl, and pour the clear soup into the bottom of the bowl along the iron spoon.

Immediately, the soup boiled, rolling up the light golden garlic yellow at the bottom of the bowl, adding a spicy feeling, which greatly increased the appetite.

"Have a bowl of soup!"

The old lady handed the soup to Qi Liang.

Qi Liang couldn't help frowning slightly as he looked at the golden oily flowers on the bowl of clear soup.

He has not eaten meat for a long time.

In other words, since the day he became a postman, he no longer eats meat, especially the soup made from such a big iron pot.

It always reminded him of the big pot of stew he first entered the horror space.

But after hesitating for a while, Qi Liang finally took the soup in his hand.

At this time, the old lady put another bowl and handed it to Xuetu.

Seeing this, Xuetu squinted his eyes: "The clear soup lacks water, not even a bit of meat, I think it's better for you to drink!"

Saying this, Xue Tu quickly grabbed the old lady's wrist, the old lady's expression changed, and it was too late to struggle.

The fingers trembled, and then, the old lady's face suddenly turned pale, and her arm shattered, and it was actually torn off.

Immediately, blood spattered in the bowl, looking at the soup bowl in the blood stained hand.

A satisfied smile finally appeared on Xue Tu's face.

"you!"

Looking at the picture in front of him, Qi Liang couldn't help being stunned.

Not only Qi Liang, even the rest of the people couldn't help but become astonished when they saw such a bloody scene in front of them.

"This... is this guy crazy??"

Everyone stared at Xuetu dumbfounded, twisted his arm, and drank a bowl of bright red blood soup, as if it was not enough.