Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Otherwise, Zhao Xing's injuries will get worse and worse, not only will he lose his fighting power, but he will also drag himself down.

Thinking about it, Zhang Xiong was about to close the door.

However, just as he was about to close the door, he saw a hand sticking out from outside the door and pushed the door shut.

"Ok!"

Zhang Xiong was startled, and subconsciously wanted to make a move. At this moment, Zhao Ke's voice came from outside the door: "Don't do anything, benefactor, the poor monk is here to help you."

The voice was very strange, but when Zhang Xiong heard the other party claiming to be a poor monk, Zhang Xiong's heart skipped a beat, and he looked through the crack of the door, and it turned out to be the monk from before.

"It's you!"

Seeing the monk in front of him, Zhang Xiong was also very surprised. Although it was not the first time for everyone to see him, Zhang Xiong was still full of guard against the monk in front of him.

"It's the poor monk."

Zhao Ke clasped his hands together, and the faint Buddha power pervaded his body, making Zhao Ke's face even more solemn and precious.

Zhang Xiong nodded, "Let's talk later!" He opened the door and let Zhao Ke in.

After Zhao Ke stepped into the door, he saw Zhao Xing sitting on the stone and looking at him coldly, holding the spear tightly in his hand.

"Amitabha, good and good, why are the two benefactors so cruel, killing the owner of this place."

Zhao Ke glanced at the dismembered corpses on the ground, his expression suddenly became unnatural.

If Wang Mazi was here, seeing Zhao Ke's heartbroken expression, he would probably have to complain again.

"It has nothing to do with us, we just came in!"

Zhao Xing shook his head, pointed at the minced meat on the ground and said: "Looking at the quality of the meat, there are already spots of corpses, the time of death should not be short."

"I see."

Zhao Ke said, looking at Zhao Xing's feet.

"The benefactor is injured, why not ask the poor monk to help you heal your wounds."

Zhao Xing and Zhang Xiong looked at each other, but did not respond to Zhao Ke's words. Zhang Xiong quietly called out the stamp album, took out a handful of sand from it, and sprinkled it towards Zhao Ke.

Special props, the shadow of dust.

It can make the items in the other party's postal album appear outstretched for a short time.

It's just that the sand was sprinkled on Zhao Ke's body, but there was no movement. Seeing this, Zhang Xiong immediately let go of his guard.

As long as you are not a postman from time to time, everything is negotiable.

What they are most afraid of now, apart from the old woman who chased after her, is even more worried about the postman who also entered the mysterious place.

After all, people's hearts are unpredictable. In their current state, once other postmen find out, there will be no good end.

"Monk, what were you hiding in the coffin for?"

Zhao Xing asked, after all, they still don't know what happened to this matter.

It was just to dig a coffin. I didn't expect to involve them in such a complicated story.

Even up to now, they still don't know what happened between that old lady Wang and Wang Kai who was replaced by him.

"Amitabha, the donor's injury is important, let me talk while healing."

Zhao Ke pointed to Zhao Xing's feet.

The two nodded and saw Zhao Ke approaching, carefully watching Zhao Xing's wound.

In fact, this injury, the trouble is to entangle this resentment on it.

Zhao Ke didn't need to use the Sheyuan Hand and the Wuxiang Sword Manual, he only needed to mobilize the Buddha Qi in his body to sweep away the resentment from Zhao Xing's wound.

The next thing is naturally much simpler.

Zhao Ke borrowed Zhao Xing's dagger, released his blood, and wrapped it with a cloth strip. The rest of Zhao Xing only needed to take some medicine, and he would recover soon.

While healing Zhao Xing.

Zhao Ke probably told the two about the situation, but he just changed his role in the story into a wandering monk who wanted to eliminate harm for the people.

There is proof of the shadow of dust.

Coupled with the Buddha light shown by Zhao Ke.

Zhang Xiong and Zhao Xing had already believed seven points in their hearts.

"Since you are determined to deal with that old woman, why did you leave immediately after seriously injuring her?"

Zhang Xiong couldn't help questioning Zhao Ke.

Regarding this point, Zhao Ke had long been prepared. Since he dared to come, he was naturally fully prepared.

It's just that Zhao Ke was about to explain.

There was a knock on the door, "Bang, bang, bang".

The three of them were stunned and looked at each other, but no one opened the door.

"Boom!"

However, the knock on the door became louder and louder. Seeing that the door was rattling, as if it was about to fall down at any moment, Zhao Ke shouted, "Who is it!"

"It's me! Open the door!"

The familiar voice made Zhang Xiong and Zhao Xing slightly stunned.

"Okay, we didn't look for this bitch, but she came to my door."

After Zhang Xiong was stunned for a moment, he stood up angrily from the ground, stepped forward and opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, Liu Qian was seen standing outside the door.

"Bitch, you fucking black father!"

Zhang Xiong was cursing and was about to step out, but at this moment, Zhao Ke was behind and pulled Zhang Xiong violently.

Before Zhang Xiong understood what this monk was going to do, he saw a black palm in front of him, grabbing Zhang Xiong's chest.

The sharp claws were on Zhang Xiong's chest, tearing open a big opening. If Zhao Ke hadn't pulled it in time, he might have been disembowelled in one blow.