Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

"It's not pancakes!"

Look at the pancakes with sesame seeds sprinkled on your hands, and look at the shadow on the glass.

He split his head in the middle, breathed in his chest, put one hand on the little red book on his chest, and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand with the other hand holding the pancake.

Stare carefully and get close to the glass, and stare at the glass.

But outside the window, a bloody face was looking back at him coldly.

"hiss……"

In an instant, a chill went down his throat and penetrated into his lungs, from the head to the soles of the feet.

"Ghost!!"

With a scream, Zhong split his head and stood up from the chair, but he accidentally stepped on the vomit just now, his body slipped, and he fell heavily to the ground.

"Ghost! There are ghosts!"

While screaming, the middle parted head suddenly felt something was wrong. With a sweep of his gaze, a drop of cold sweat fell down his cheeks from his forehead.

I saw that the originally empty carriage was full of people at some point.

"Young man, are you okay?"

Seeing the reaction of splitting heads, the old man who had just given the pancakes poked his head out from the back seat and asked with concern.

But as soon as the words fell, the car suddenly slowed down under the ear-piercing hum of "Zi Zi", causing the carriage to pause.

The old man's body was unsteady, and he moved forward a bit. With this move, the head rolled down from his neck, and it landed in Zhongfen's arms unbiasedly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, boy, please pass me my head."

Chapter 854

The car stopped suddenly.

Wang Mazi, who had only eaten half of it, felt that the train suddenly started to slow down. As soon as he raised his head, Wang Mazi's expression became unnatural.

The empty carriage was actually full of people.

Old, young, male, female.

This bright blush was applied on the blue-gray faces, and the big eyes stared at Wang Mazi, making Wang Mazi's scalp tingle.

Is this going to hell?

At this time, I saw Zhao Ke kicking Wang Mazi under the table, and saw Zhao Ke leaning on the chair, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

He turned a blind eye to the female ghost sitting beside him.

He whispered: "Go ahead and eat your food, leave them alone, a group of wandering ghosts, how can they be better than Mrs. Wang."

Wang Mazi thought about it, yes.

Mrs. Wang's kind of ghost is already very powerful among ghosts.

But no matter how powerful it is, it is still a ghost.

If it wasn't for the mysterious head of Wang Kai, it would have complicated things.

Just an old lady Wang, she can kill him by herself.

When Wang Mazi thought of this, he felt relieved for a moment. He didn't think of it at all. He was accidentally dragged into the coffin by Mrs. Wang and raped.

Wang Mazi and Zhao Ke were still calm.

But the rest of the people couldn't be as calm as the two of them.

The surrounding area is full of darkness, and suddenly there are more people around you, let alone in this environment.

I'm afraid that if you are walking on a dark night road, suddenly a person pops out beside you.

He also greeted you: "Hi, my family lives in Cemetery No. [-], come to my grave when you are free, let's dance disco together!"

I guess you are too.

"Young man, you ate my old man's cake, and you are not even willing to do me this favor!"

Sitting on the ground with his head split, the old man's head was held in the palm of his hand, and he could even feel the heavy weight of the head.

All of a sudden, all the muscles in his body tensed up, as if all the blood in his body had froze.

Just when the split head was about to lose its hold, a hand suddenly stretched out.

He grabbed the old man's head, waved his hand, and threw his head on the ground.

He only heard a strong magnetic voice yelling sharply: "Pick it up by yourself, you are dead, why are you still playing tricks on the living, do you feel that your death is wronged?"

Zhao Ke's ear twitched, the voice was quite familiar, but when he turned around, it was the man with glasses.

Although he wore thick spectacle frames and was dressed like a scholar, he was confident, and he yelled loudly, and saw the old man shaking his hands, and his headless body picked up his head from the ground.

Smiling and sitting back on the chair, he continued to take out a pancake from his bag and slowly put it in his mouth to eat.

Ignore the center split.

As for the other wandering souls, seeing this, they even turned their heads away, as if they were very afraid of the man with glasses.

"Get up."

The man with glasses stretched out his hand to pull the split head.

It's just that I stood up a few times, but didn't stand up.

He opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but found that when he opened his mouth, he kept spitting out balls of white paper.

Seeing this, the man with glasses couldn't help raising his eyebrows, licked the spit from the tip of his tongue, and pointed it at the throat of the middle split head, pinched three inches with his fingertips, pinched the finger, and pushed it down the throat of the middle split head.

"vomit!"

A large ball of paper was spit out by the middle part.

It was as big as a fist, if it was estimated later, it is estimated that the middle part would have to be choked to death by this ball of paper.

"You ate the last meal before, and you were infected with the yin energy above, so I warn you, don't eat that pancake, you still don't believe it!"

The man with glasses was talking, and pulled his middle split head off the ground.