Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

With the help of the firelight, Shan Jingichiro finally saw clearly that behind the sofa, a headless corpse was lying there quietly.

The chest cavity of the corpse has been hollowed out.

The heart, liver, spleen, and lungs fell to the ground along the open chest.

Only the intestines and stomach, but they disappeared without a trace.

The corpse does not frighten Shan Jingichiro, but when Shan Jingichiro sees the clothes on the corpse clearly.

Shan Jingichiro only felt a "boom!" in his mind, as if struck by lightning, and his face instantly turned pale.

He remembered!

In my mind, memories flooded into my mind like a tide.

The cold sharp blade cut open his belly along his chest, and the light technique seemed to be performing an operation on him.

Memories that keep flashing in my mind.

Shan Jingichiro's expression suddenly became ferocious.

It made a scream that didn't seem human anymore.

"No! No!!! I'm not dead, I'm not dead!"

However, under the roasting of the flame, the memory of Shanjing Ichiro kept reappearing in front of his eyes.

He remembered that he was sober at the time, after witnessing his internal organs being pulled out little by little.

The cold blade sliced ​​off his head.

The feeling of being stripped out with only his head and large intestines made him go crazy.

The internal organs without the protection of skin, muscles, tendons and bones are as fragile as if they are just a wisp of dust in the air, which is enough to make him

At this moment, a sudden warm current enveloped his body.

The cold wind blows gently on his intestines, just a ray of colder wind makes him feel heart-piercing pain.

The feeling of being stripped made him go crazy.

"Hush...huh..."

Recalling the feeling at that time, Shanjing Ichiro couldn't help but let out a low moan, that feeling was wonderful.

It's like soaking in the hot springs of Mt. Fuji in winter.

It's just that he is in a deep sleep, and he has no time to estimate these.

At this moment, Shan Jingichiro, who finally recalled all his memories, showed a dull expression on his bluish-gray cheeks.

He seemed to finally understand that he was dead.

At the same time, he suddenly understood what it was that got into his intestines at that time.

Watching the flames grow bigger and bigger in front of you.

Shanjing Ichiro's dull eyes gave birth to resentment like a poisonous snake, and the only thing that came to mind was a person's name.

"Yamada!"

It's just that before the name could be uttered, Shan Jingichiro's head was suddenly torn open, and the sharp claws sent Shan Jingichiro's head torn open.

Under the sticky flesh and blood, pitch-black tentacles were exposed in the air.

Accompanied by the swaying flames in the carriage, the shadow of a giant bug gradually revealed its thick and ferocious body under the flames.

"Do you see bugs on me?"

Wang Mazi had asked this question for the sixth time.

Although Zhao Ke can say with certainty that he doesn't have a bug on his body, when he thinks of the scene just now, Wang Mazi always feels like something is crawling on the back of his spine.

Zhao Ke no longer wanted to answer Wang Mazi's question, and stood on the top of the carriage, looking at the part of the carriage that had already been burned in the fire.

For some reason, Zhao Ke always had an uncomfortable feeling in his heart.

A sense of voyeurism with muted sounds.

"Zizi...Zizi..."

At this time, the radio station in the backpack suddenly started to flicker.

"Are you still alive?" The woman's voice on the radio was weak, and Zhao Ke looked at Wang Mazi.

Wang Mazi listened carefully, nodded, and at the same time made gestures in front of his chest.

It means that the other party is not pretending, and listening to the voice, it should be a chest injury.

The other party didn't seem to wait for Zhao Ke's reply, and continued: "The truth is on the altar... zi...down..."

When the radio station said this, it suddenly cut off the sound.

Zhao Ke looked at the radio, couldn't help being taken aback, and turned to look at Wang Mazi.

Wang Mazi scratched his head: "I don't understand what this woman means."

"Go! Go to the altar!"

It seems that the source of everything has something to do with this altar. No matter what the situation of this altar is, from Zhao Ke's point of view, they have to go to the altar to find out what's going on.

Wang Mazi patted his buttocks and stood up, always feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

He stretched out his hand and scratched his shoulder a few times. Although Zhao Ke kept saying that there were no bugs on his body, Wang Mazi always felt that something was wrong all over his body.

After scratching it a few times, my fingers suddenly seemed to touch something. I stretched out my hand to grab it, but found that what I was holding was actually a black bug the size of a thumb.

Chapter 870 Ghost Train (13)

"insect!"

Seeing the black worm in his hand, Wang Mazi couldn't help being taken aback, raised his head and looked at Zhao Ke.

But he saw Zhao Ke standing in front of him and waving his arms: "What are you in a daze for? Let's go?"

Whether it's Zhao Ke's voice or Zhao Ke's movements, in Wang Mazi's eyes, they are infinitely slowed down, as if more than ten minutes have passed from the moment Zhao Ke opened and closed his mouth to when he heard the voice , even as long as half an hour.

"Go!"