Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

The five of them were also unconvinced in their mouths, but they were also very admired in their hearts.

But Liu Qian mentioned the ginseng postman.

They don't have such admiration in their hearts.

This master, I am afraid that he is now like Yang Wancai, everyone shouting for rats crossing the street.

The high reward is still a soft persimmon.

As Liu Qian said, what if!

For a moment, the other four said in their hearts that they were not moved, it was a lie.

It's like walking on the street and seeing the banners hanging on the lottery shop, the prize pool has accumulated tens of millions of dollars.

Even if everyone knows, that thing is purely a lie.

But I still couldn't help but imagine in my heart, what if I got hit?

Although it is just a thought, there are many people who take action.

After all, luck is such a thing, who can say for sure.

Although [-] may not be a hit, but just in case!

Therefore, the few people didn't ask too much about this matter. Anyway, it's just killing a few people, and it doesn't matter.

Even though the proprietress in the backyard was crying so hard, the onlookers stared at the corpse one by one to watch the excitement.

A few people should eat what they should eat and drink what they should drink.

Although it is dead.

But after crying a lot, the proprietress still had to do what to do.

Send the buddy to the county government to report to the official, but it will take at least two days to go back and forth.

The body cannot be left like this.

After all, this is an inn, so it's not appropriate for you to put the corpse there.

Besides, it's so hot that it will stink in two or three days, so bury it first, and if the government really investigates it, they can open the coffin for an autopsy.

After a while, Wang Mazi came back from the outside, pulling a coffin behind him.

The black coffin was still covered with some mud. I don't know, but I thought it was Wang Mazi who dug it out from someone's cemetery.

"what!"

At this time, Wang Kai raised his eyebrows and looked carefully at the coffin.

"There is a problem with this coffin!"

When Wang Kai said this, the four people at the same table couldn't help squinting over, and sure enough, they saw a picture of hell engraved on both sides of the coffin.

It's not just that the coffin looks unusual.

What's more, ordinary people can't feel the strong yin energy on the coffin, but postmen like them can feel it clearly.

"Where is the coffin from here, don't dig it out of the soil!"

Seeing the coffin brought in by Wang Mazi, the proprietress couldn't help holding her nose and taking a step up her hind legs.

"No, we passed by the foot of the mountain a few days ago, and saw a coffin dug out of the soil by a group of wild dogs. Inside was an empty coffin. I thought, since there is no one, I'll make do with it for him."

Wang Mazi explained.

Taking a look at the coffin, he couldn't help thinking about it.

"This coffin looks thick, it doesn't look like something ordinary people use!"

"If you want it, how about selling it to you cheaply."

Seeing this, Wang Mazi joked, and when the other party heard this, he waved his hands again and again.

The coffin is a bad thing to hear.

Not to mention the coffin where the dead have been lying, it is even more unlucky, and no matter how good it is, it cannot be taken home.

"Okay, okay, hurry up and put the body in, and bury it in the field behind it first, and wait for the government to come. Don't bury it so deep, it will save you having to dig it when the time comes."

The proprietress waved her hand and impatiently urged Wang Mazi to carry the corpse into the coffin.

After all, it was a corpse, and it was a miserable death, with its head chopped off.

Most people dare not look at it, let alone touch it.

Naturally, this dirty work was handed over to Wang Mazi.

After finishing speaking, the proprietress suddenly thought of something, and looked back at Wang Mazi: "Where's the monk?"

"Oh, he said that it was inappropriate for monks to watch this scene. He hid in the room and recited the Great Compassion Mantra for him, which can be regarded as a salvation for him."

After listening to Wang Mazi's explanation, the proprietress couldn't help letting out a sigh of relief, she seemed to be really tired, so she didn't ask any more questions.

Carrying the corpse into the coffin, the crowd saw Wang Mazi coming out with the bloody head in their arms, they couldn't help but close their eyes, unable to bear to look directly.

Wang Mazi was allowed to put the body in and put the coffin lid on, and then let the shop assistants carry it out together.

"How about it, should we follow along and bring the coffin over to have a look!"

Wang Kai was about to stand up while speaking, but was grabbed by his companion.

The person holding Wang Kai, named Zhang Xiong, held Wang Kai down and said in a low voice, "Forget it, one died just now, let's keep a low profile and throw out the coffin at night, just take it away."

Even killing one person is no different from killing a group of people, Zhang Xiong and others said.

But Zhang Xiong still hopes to keep a low profile.

After all, they still want to continue to follow this caravan, so there is no need to make things so extreme.

"Alright alright!"

Wang Kai nodded and said indifferently.

I saw Wang Kai folded his hands together, and with the help of the light, he burned the shadow of a pigeon on the wall.

It's like a shadow play.