Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

But when the shadow of death hangs over their heads, they are already nervous.

The desire to survive is not only to struggle like a bereaved dog in the horror space, but also contains their hearts, and there are reasons for them to desire to survive.

At least, for Zhao Ke, he still can't die in this place!

At this moment, the sharp crawling sound suddenly disappeared, and the entire carriage fell into a dead silence.

"Bang... bang... bang..."

With weak breathing, Zhao Ke's heartbeat gradually seemed to stop.

Wang Mazi endured the wounds on his body even more, and used terrifying will to control this frail body, forcing the muscles to relax, and to accumulate energy for the actions he might take next.

Their chance is only for a moment.

If you miss it, this is their final destination.

In the dead silence, a wisp of invisible sawdust fell down Wang Mazi's forehead. Looking at the picture of the falling sawdust, Wang Mazi's thoughts flashed instantly.

"above!"

It was just a thought that flashed in my mind.

But for Wang Mazi, it was enough.

He himself is one of the best close combat masters among the intermediate postmen.

At least once it was listed in the top ten, it is conceivable that the judgment of danger naturally has a side that exceeds ordinary people.

The moment the thought flashed by, Wang Mazi's body reacted horribly. His originally loose muscles suddenly showed explosive strength like a taut bowstring.

Spreading his hands, hugged Zhao Kefei and rushed forward.

For such a weak body, even though Wang Mazi had already stored his energy for a long time, the moment his body jumped, the tearing pain in his muscles almost made him faint again.

"Bang!" The sound of tearing like an explosion suddenly appeared on the partition above their heads at the moment when the two rushed forward.

Its claws are as dense as a centipede, but it has a body like a scorpion, and its pitch-black carapace is still daunting in the dark.

The monster is still very weak at this time.

It is far from reaching, like the other end of the radio station, has the strength to hunt and kill postmen.

But no matter how weak they were, it was still completely impossible for Zhao Ke and Wang Mazi to defeat them.

Those red eyeballs were fixed on Zhao Ke's body.

There was a ferocious light and a deep resentment in the eyes.

Seeing Zhao Ke, it was as if seeing his own enemy, he let out a strange scream, and rushed towards Zhao Ke frantically.

"Come on!"

Wang Mazi turned around and used all his strength to push Zhao Ke forward.

Zhao Ke jumped up with a lunge, turned around and rushed forward.

Without the slightest hesitation or sympathy for Wang Mazi, what was revealed in his eyes was a chilling indifference, as if he had regarded Wang Mazi as an outcast.

Seeing Zhao Ke who was running away, the monster's eyes immediately looked at Wang Mazi who was lying at his feet, revealing a ferocious light.

The black claws pierced hard into Wang Mazi's lower abdomen, easily picking him up from the ground.

Facing the pained expression on Wang Mazi's face, its red eyes revealed a human-like happiness.

It seemed that he was not in a hurry to tear Wang Mazi into pieces in front of him, but kept shaking his forelegs.

Wang Mazi felt as if his intestines were being stirred up, and screamed in pain.

This seems to be very useful to the monster, it seems that it wants to slowly enjoy the pleasure of torturing him before it gets tired of playing with it.

Such a familiar face made the monster's eyes excited. Yes, before he became this monster, he was so hopeless and helpless.

"Um……"

However, while the monster was admiring Wang Mazi's distorted face, he suddenly noticed that while suffering, Wang Mazi's eyes were always sober and tenacious.

Such a look...why did it appear on a person who would be torn to pieces by himself at any time.

Pity, monster!No!He should be called Ichiro Yamakei.

It's just that the soul became the master of the monster, or in other words, he gave birth to the monster and became a part of the monster.

It's just that his poor little head doesn't seem to be able to understand such a profound question.

Just when Shan Jingichiro felt bored and wanted to tear the guy in front of him to pieces.

"Bang bang bang!"

A series of gunshots fired, and the bullets continued to blaze sparks on the solid black armor of Shan Jingichiro.

"Hey! Big guy, this way!"

Turning around, I saw Zhao Ke standing at the other end of the car, with provocative eyes, pulling the trigger from time to time, shooting bullets at Shan Jingichiro.

Facing Zhao Ke's provocation and that face that made him hate.

Shan Jingichiro flicked his forelegs, immediately threw Wang Mazi heavily to the ground, turned around and rushed towards Zhao Ke.

With a body like a tank, its strength can be described as crushing everything.

In the face of such absolute power, Yamada is just an ant at his own discretion.

Facing Yamada who was standing still in front of him, Yamakei Ichiro's body let out a strange scream.

"Despair! Pain! Experience how it feels to be turned into a monster, Yamada-kun!"

The silent shout made Yamajing Ichiro's body suddenly speed up.

Feeling the momentum in front of him, as if Mount Tai was pressing down on the top, Zhao Ke looked at the slightly trembling floor under his feet from the corner of his eye.

Feeling the strong vibration behind him, it was getting closer and closer.

Zhao Ke raised his eyebrows, "Originally this trap was reserved for that guy, but since you're here, I'll let you try it!"

The moment Zhao Ke's voice fell, the slender light cord was pulled with Zhao Ke's finger.

"Crack!"