Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

How to change to Wang Mazi's own body? In this case, he can have many ways to avoid it.

But if it were the body of the Japanese gendarme at this time, the clumsy limbs made Wang Mazi feel as if he was manipulating a pile of rotten wood, watching his face hit the floor heavily.

Seeing the provocative prey just now, the eyes of the three monsters were full of excitement.

At this moment, the door of the carriage in front of him was suddenly violently pushed open, and Zhao Ke held a ball of torches in his hands.

The light of the flame suddenly attracted the eyes of the three monsters.

In the flames, the figure even began to distort and become invisible.

But at the same time, the cold air was sucked into the lungs along Zhao Ke's nasal cavity, and accompanied by the hot alcohol in his mouth, Zhao Ke sprayed it out in one gulp.

"puff!"

A ball of fire seemed to be ejected from Zhao Ke's mouth. The flames floated in the air, but in an instant, it seemed as if the air was ignited.

Accompanied by the strong and pungent smell of gunpowder, sporadic light spots bloomed.

In an instant, intense flames burst out from the bodies of the three monsters.

Accompanied by heart-piercing screams, the bodies of the three monsters suddenly exploded into a ball of fire.

Desperately twist this own body.

"hurry up!"

Under Zhao Ke's roar, Wang Mazi came back to his senses, quickly got up from the ground, rushed out of the carriage, and together with Zhao Ke, threw the rope at his feet from the connecting hook between the carriages.

After a while, the thick and long rope was crushed several times under the wheel, and the rope wound into the wheel, like a winch pulling with all its strength, pulling the rope tight.

The other end of the rope was the iron hook connected to the bodies of the three monsters. When pulled by a huge force, the iron hook pierced into the flesh and blood tightly, pulling them out of the carriage and falling into the abyss.

"Oops! Damn, didn't you say that this trap is very simple, it almost cost me my dog's life!"

Looking at the three monsters falling into the abyss, Wang Mazi couldn't help letting out a sigh of relief. He sat on a chair beside him, panting heavily.

In fact, this trap is not difficult.

Just need a lot of gunpowder here.

Some iron claw-shaped iron hooks are hung on the chairs.

Because of the sticky grease on these monsters, when they smashed these seats, they would also stain their bodies with a lot of gunpowder.

At this time, only some fire sources are needed to ignite the gunpowder, which is enough to severely injure them.

Then, with the help of the iron hook hanging on the monster's body and the twisting force of the train wheels, they were pulled down into the abyss.

Not a complicated trap.

According to the diary left by Shan Jingichiro, he thought about this trap for a long time, and only after several attempts did he come up with the method.

Although the train kept a lot of ammunition.

However, in his diary, Shan Jingichiro repeatedly reminded that, except for heavy machine guns, other firearms could not cause fatal damage to these monsters.

And the roar of the heavy machine gun will attract a large number of monsters.

So even before Shan Jingichiro died, he didn't use these heavy machine guns.

As for the gunpowder, Zhao Ke did not dismantle the explosives.

Instead, he chose to pour out all the gunpowder in the bullet. Although it was a bit troublesome, for Zhao Ke and Wang Mazi, there was plenty of time.

"Not bad, after all, such a body!"

Zhao Ke untied another green military jug from his waist, poured out a small amount of water, and rinsed his mouth.

The smell of medical alcohol made Zhao Ke, who doesn't like drinking, feel his tongue become dull.

Seems like a simple trap, but uses itself as bait.

It is conceivable that Shan Jingichiro, who was trapped here for a long time, finally burst out with the desire to survive.

Zhao Ke and the others ignored the speed of these monsters, and only when they really manipulated them did they realize that their physical condition was really bad at this time.

Don't say it's Wang Mazi.

Even Zhao Ke, who has long been used to not being afraid of the cold and heat, and has a strong body, suddenly turned into a normal body, no matter how he feels, he feels twisted.

In fact, think about it the other way around, normal people, who are full of food, come to this ghost place to find excitement.

"Hey, when you said that, I remembered one thing. I heard from the big smoker that you have been hunted down for a long time because of the dream gem. You said, if someone kills you and takes away the dream Gemstone, will he really let himself out of the identity of a postman and become an ordinary person?"

Facing Wang Mazi's question, Zhao Kebai glanced at him, stretched out his finger and said, "First, I feel awkward when I say this from your useless identity, which means that you still think of yourself as a postman in your heart." .

Second, if someone kills me, it is best during this time period, except that the person who kills me during this time period can safely get the dream gem, in the rest of the time period, the person who kills me, I Guaranteed, he will be pulled out of the spine, and his death will be worse than mine!

Third, since I'm already a useless person, killing me won't give me a Dream Gem, so your assumption doesn't hold! "

Facing Zhao Ke's response, Wang Mazi couldn't help scratching his head.

The first, and the third, he admitted.

But what the hell is the second one? ?

Is it...

Wang Mazi's heart couldn't help but he thought, "Could it be that he already knows that his teacher's wife is the identity of Grandma Hong?"

Thinking of this, Wang Mazi suddenly felt that the more he thought about it, the more reasonable it became.

Not to mention Granny Hong's identity and strength.

With financial resources alone, I am afraid that there is no way to compare with those high-ranking senior postmen.

Moreover, relying on the ghost market, it has completely become an important part of the postman's resources.

It is conceivable that the weight of Granny Hong's words is astonishing.

If anyone kills Zhao Ke.

It is estimated that she will be chopped up by the red mother-in-law.

"Hmm, backbone? Is it a sheep scorpion??"

Thinking of this, Wang Mazi suddenly thought of a steaming pot of sheep scorpion, milky soup, sprinkled with a pinch of green onion, two small red dates and a trace of wolfberry floating in the pot.