Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

It's just that the only constant on her cheek is her kind smile.

"sister……"

In a trance, Zhao Ke stretched out his palm subconsciously, but when he stretched out his palm halfway, he saw the figure in front of him, but it disappeared with the wind.

Instead, there was a very ordinary bench, and a woman in a cheongsam was holding a book with her head down, quietly observing the book.

Zhao felt vaguely familiar.

Just when Zhao Ke was confused about who she was.

However, she saw the woman slowly closing the book in her hand, and when she raised her head, she had a perfect oval face, but this face was as clean as a piece of white paper, without any organs.

It's just that the faceless woman made Zhao Ke feel that she was smiling.

Yes, obviously nothing.

There is no nose, no mouth, no eyes, no ears, but Zhao Ke can clearly feel her smile.

"hiss--"

With a shudder, Zhao Ke's expression trembled suddenly, and his eyes woke up from the thoughts of the boulder in an instant.

There are only three words in my mind.

"Live!"

Under the low roar, Zhao Ke's strong desire to survive erupted.

Under Zhao Ke's strong desire to survive, the already sluggish legs seemed to be injected with energy again, and the speed began to speed up.

"boom!"

He kicked open the door of the carriage in front of him, and the strong wind rushed in from the carriage. What was in front of him was no longer a carriage, but a black container.

"catch!"

With a vigorous leap, Zhao Ke and Wang Mazi's hands were firmly on the container.

At this time, Zhao Ke looked back.

Only then did I finally see that the carriage behind me began to twist and fall. It was originally connected to the train lock, but I don't know when it was unloaded by someone.

"Boom!"

At this time, the train jerked violently, and there was a sound of chains jingling and jingling.

Zhao Ke and Wang Mazi took a closer look, only to find that the three adult arms were as thick as iron chains, and at some point, they linked the rear carriages together.

"Damn, fortunately we found out in time, otherwise we would be dead!"

Looking at the carriages that fell into the abyss and finally disappeared in front of them, Wang Mazi couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

This is a game.

Fortunately, they thought they were already in the game, who knew that they had a better move, and they gave you all the black and white pieces.

If it wasn't for the call on the radio, they would have been aware of the situation in time.

I'm afraid that now, he has fallen into the abyss forever, and it is beyond redemption.

"Go! Go and see that altar!"

Now that things have happened, Zhao Ke also wants to see clearly what that black shadow is.

The two climbed up to the roof of the car carefully. Wang Mazi used his clothes to treat the wound first, and looked as if he had been dragged and deformed by himself.

Wang Mazi's only thought was to get out of here as soon as possible.

"Om..."

Reach out and open the container that holds the altar.

Before people entered, Zhao Ke and Wang Mazi smelled a strong smell of blood.

It was only when the two looked into the container that they realized that there was actually a bloody corpse in the container!

Chapter 873 Ghost Train (End)

Zhao Ke and Wang Mazi were lying in front of the box door.

The two looked carefully at the container in front of them with vigilant eyes.

Bloody corpses, tracks on the floor.

Can't tell if it's male or female.

"Man!" Zhao Ke said suddenly.

Wang Mazi was stunned, and carefully looked at the corpse in front of him. The corpse didn't even have clothes, as if it had been roasted by fire. Although there was a high probability of seeing a man with a skeleton, Wang Mazi didn't dare to be as sure as Zhao Ke.

Zhao Ke pointed to the corpse's feet: "Look, his boots!"

I saw the corpse kneeling on the ground, the clothes on his body had been burned to ashes, but the boots remained.

The black leather boots were covered with dark red blood and dust.

But it can still be seen that these are a pair of hiking boots worn by men.

"look!"

Wang Mazi suddenly pointed, and in a dark corner, a clay pot was placed on the altar.

The black clay pot was sealed by two white seals.

Even though the two of them are just ordinary people now, they can still feel a special aura lingering on the clay pot.

"I reckon, nine times out of ten it's the ghost of that thing, maybe, the shadow we saw before is this thing."

Wang Mazi speculated in a low voice.

Zhao Ke shook his head, not sure.

"Whether he is or not, let's just throw this thing away!"

As Wang Mazi spoke, he was about to stand up, but when he moved a little, cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

Covering his stomach with his hands, his face turned pale for a moment.