Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

It's just that in this place... Zhao Ke had to be careful.

After all, this place is a place of mystery.

As the big smoking gun said, there is a weirdness everywhere in this place, even a mid-level postman, here, he has to walk with his neck shrunk.

Therefore, Zhao Ke didn't approach, concentrated his energy, and silently took Xue Jizi out of the storage ring.

I saw the blade was held by Zhao Ke in his hand.

On the bright silver blade, there was a gust of white chill, which actually made Zhao Ke's wandering thoughts gradually settle down.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

No one opened the door, but the knock on the door became more forceful.

I saw the door of Yizhuang's room trembling slightly with the sound of knocking, and a wisp of dust rose and fell along the crack of the door.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke couldn't help taking a deep breath, his double pupils gradually turned into secondary pupils, and at the same time his angry and arrogant personality was activated.

Although Zhao Ke doesn't have the ability to stamp.

But his own abilities combined may not be worse than a low-level postman, or even much stronger.

Approach the gate carefully.

The five senses explored, and found that there was a dead silence behind the door, and my five senses could not explore anything at all.

On the contrary, the knock on the door became urgent at this moment.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Under the impatient knock on the door, Zhao Ke couldn't help but tightly furrowed his brows, and his secondary pupils stared straight at the faint tremor on the door.

The moment the knock on the door rang again.

Zhao Ke's eyes suddenly burst into a bright light.

"kill!"

Accompanied by a cold cry, the Xue Jizi in Zhao Ke's hand was like a shooting star, erupting an astonishing murderous aura in the air.

Even without the passive blessings of "Master of Weapons" and "Sword Grudge".

For such a long time, Zhao Ke's mastery of cold weapons has still maintained an astonishing height. On the one hand, Zhao Ke has experienced subtle changes at this level.

On the other hand, as a cook, a cook who is good at knife skills.

Zhao Ke still has a little talent in this area.

Taking one step forward, the knife took advantage of the situation and flashed a dazzling cold light in the air. The blade locked on the sound source of the knock on the door, and the knife pierced through until the handle of the knife stopped.

"Crack!!"

Even though he couldn't see what was behind the door, Zhao Ke could clearly feel the sound of the blade piercing into the flesh.

With a flash of cold eyes, Zhao Ke kicked the door handle and opened the door for a look.

Zhao Ke couldn't help being stunned.

nobody,

There are no ghosts either.

A white mist outside the door seemed to be submerged in a cloud.

Look at the door again.

The dark red blood, before it dripped on the ground, had already frozen into icy slag, smashed to pieces.

Xue Jizi pierced through the door, but nailed the head of the crow on the door to the door with one knife.

"It turned out to be a bird!"

After a false alarm, Zhao Ke couldn't help but relax, and then couldn't help laughing, thinking it was something, it turned out to be a crow.

"unlucky."

Zhao Ke cursed in his heart, crows are not liked by people, especially us Chinese, who regard crows as bad luck.

Let alone a crow knocking on the door.

He casually pulled Xue Jizi from behind.

I saw that the blade of the blade was as bright as snow, and it didn't drip blood.

That's why I love this knife so much.

Because of some psychological barriers of Zhao Ke, he always felt that the blade would produce a fishy smell after being used once.

Some people will say, don't those iron pans, bowls and chopsticks, cutting boards, and shovels all have to be thrown away?

In fact, this is Zhao Ke's psychological disease and paranoia.

You can't discuss the truth with the mentally ill, otherwise you will find that you are also mentally ill.

Put Xue Jizi into the storage ring.

Zhao Ke let out a long breath in his heart, looked around with his eyes, and found that the outside was completely white.

Try to sense it with your five senses.

But even with the blessing of arrogant personality, Zhao Ke's five senses still couldn't detect the range of five meters around him.

"No wonder!"

Seeing this, Zhao Ke couldn't help but feel relieved, no wonder Dagenggui and the others didn't care if he would take the opportunity to escape.

There is only such a vast expanse of whiteness, if you want to run out, even if you are yourself, you will fall hard enough, and you may not be able to run far.

Maybe, I was walking around Yizhuang, and I was afraid that I might not be able to notice it.

But I don't plan to run away either.

Judging from the notes left by the craftsman, the black coffin was the work of the craftsman with painstaking efforts.

Such a good coffin, it's a pity to keep a ghost in it.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke glanced at the crow on the ground.