Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

"Have you ever heard of a ghost hitting a wall? Maybe we're really going in circles." Wang Mazi's mind turned in a rare way.

Putting his hand on his chin, he pondered: "Look, the oily traces on the rails indicate that there was a train passing by not long ago. Could it be that there are trains in Netherworld?"

The corner of Cui Jianguo's mouth twitched a few times: "This...maybe...maybe!"

Hearing Cui Jianguo's words, Wang Mazi curled his lips and said in a very unhappy way.

"If you say that, wouldn't those scientists still be able to continue their research in the underworld after they die? If they find something, especially the awesome stuff, they will directly blow up the underworld, return to the underworld, and create a future with the underworld. ?”

Cui Jianguo was rendered speechless by Wang Mazi's unrestrained nonsense.

Indeed, there can be no trains in the underworld.

Even if there is, it is impossible to start it.

This point, Zhao Ke can confirm, because he has walked through Yin, and he is very clear about how decaying the world is.

It seems that all life forms, even metal, are lifeless and covered with rust in that world.

Looking at the railway tracks on the ground, Zhao Ke couldn't help frowning.

If it is really a ghost hitting the wall, then... are they in front of the train now, or behind the train? ?

In other words, are they in the tunnel now, or in another place.

"Oops, don't tell me that someone else has already destroyed that thing. We are in the tunnel now. What should we do if the train restarts?"

Wang Mazi's expression changed, and he slapped his thigh. He meant that he naturally meant the sound of the postman's fight that he had heard earlier.

I'm afraid that some masters have already caught it first.

Zhao Ke waved his hand to signal Wang Mazi to be at ease.

"No, it's really like that. This place should also return to the appearance of a tunnel. Besides, are we really in the tunnel?"

The three of them felt a little dizzy for a while.

"Help... help..."

At this moment, Zhao Ke moved his ears, and faintly heard someone calling for help.

"Someone!"

As Zhao Ke said, he turned around and walked towards the direction of the voice, and suddenly a bloody smell filled the air.

Zhao Ke glanced at the ground involuntarily, and found that there were bright red bloodstains on the ground.

I don't know if it was blood left by a postman.

"there!"

Wang Mazi took a step forward and lifted a man out from behind a rock.

The man was wearing a vest and looked about in his early fifties. Zhao Ke noticed that there was a lot of coal dust on his body.

Especially the calluses on the hands, the palm lines are almost invisible, and even the waist is a little hunched.

It didn't look like a postman, more like a boiler burner.

"Huh? Isn't this... Master Locomotive?" Cui Jianguo recognized the man in front of him.

Explained to Zhao Ke: "He is the master trainer of the locomotive. When I got on the train, I chatted with him."

The trains of this era are all steam trains. There are no diesel internal combustion engines yet. Usually, one locomotive needs two masters, one of whom is responsible for burning coal.

Apparently this one is.

"Could we really turn back?" Wang Mazi scratched his head, but when the man saw Cui Jianguo, his consciousness suddenly became clearer, and he screamed, "Hurry up... run... run... the ghost... the devil is here !"

Chapter 857 Ghost Train (1)

"???"

Seeing that the man was still in a daze, Cui Jianguo stepped forward and shook his shoulder: "Master, what are you talking about? What devil?"

"No! Let's go, Japanese devils! There are many devils, there are many devils..."

The man's face was livid for a while, and he became incoherent when he spoke in fear.

Even though Cui Jianguo wanted to appease him, the man still couldn't calm down.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke pulled Cui Jianguo away, raised his arm, and slapped him with two slaps.

The man who hit him immediately had stars in his eyes, his cheeks were swollen, and his expression froze in place.

Zhao Ke took a step back and motioned to Cui Jianguo: "You continue!"

Seeing this, Cui Jianguo couldn't help scratching his head, thinking, "Sure enough, monks' methods cannot be understood by ordinary people."

"Master, are you confused? What kind of devil, the devil has already been beaten away. We are now in a good time when the people are in charge of the house. Where did the devil come from?"

Cui Jianguo's words made the man's eyes slack, and he finally became a little more sober.

What I didn't expect was that as soon as Cui Jianguo's words fell, the man suddenly grabbed Cui Jianguo's arm with both hands.

The eyes that had just woken up suddenly became sharp: "No! You are lying, I just saw that there are many devils, are you a traitor, I will fight with you!"

As the man spoke, he jumped up from the ground, but Cui Jianguo didn't expect this to happen. He was caught off guard by the man and fell to the ground. The man opened his mouth and bit Cui Jianguo's throat fiercely.

Fortunately, it was too late to say it, and Wang Mazi raised his hand with a hand knife, knocking the man unconscious.

"Phew~ he can't be crazy."

Cui Jianguo tried several times before pushing the person away from him.

Looking at the blue handprints on his arms, one can imagine what kind of strength this man used just now.

I couldn't help but feel scared for a while.

If it weren't for Wang Mazi, I was bitten on the throat by the other party just now, maybe I would die here today.

"I guess I bumped into something and was frightened stupid. Hehe, you are so timid."

Wang Mazi helped Cui Jianguo pull him up and spoke.

Cui Jianguo couldn't help frowning when he heard the words: "Don't talk nonsense, when I chatted with him on the platform before, he said that he used to be a soldier of the infantry regiment during the War of Resistance, and he was an old man who really participated in the War of Resistance. Stimulation is the reason why the reaction is so intense!"

When Wang Mazi heard the words, his face suddenly became uneasy.