Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

This is just an ordinary person's body, how could it withstand the crazy toss before.

Wang Mazi was still able to persevere when he was under a high level of nervousness before, but now he breathed a sigh of relief.

The heart-wrenching pain in the abdomen immediately rushed in like a tide, which made Wang Mazi so painful that he almost couldn't grasp the handrail of the carriage and fell from the carriage.

"You take a break first, I'll come!"

Seeing this, Zhao Ke pulled Wang Mazi to sit down in the carriage, but he didn't touch the clay pot.

Instead, he stood in front of the corpse and carefully looked at the corpse in front of him.

Who is the corpse?

Obviously it doesn't matter anymore.

Looking at the clay pot on the altar in front of him, Zhao Ke couldn't help hesitating. For some reason, he suddenly thought of the picture of the faceless girl that he had seen just now when he was almost suffocating.

Faceless Girl.

Something that seems completely unrelated to him seems to be reminding him of something, but Zhao Ke couldn't figure it out for a while.

Just looking at the clay pot in front of him at this time.

Zhao Ke hesitated, as if he was thinking about what to do with the pot.

Simple and rude smashing?

Or check it out again to see if you can find other clues.

Or, simply throw the pot out into the darkness outside.

"Climb down!"

Just when Zhao Ke was distracted, Wang Mazi's scream suddenly came from his ear.

The sudden sound not only interrupted Zhao Ke's thoughts, but even the hairs on Zhao Ke's body stood on end one by one.

A chill hit the top of the head, as if the soul was about to be pierced!

Zhao Ke felt a great threat, and immediately rushed forward regardless of embarrassment.

"call!"

The sharp breaking wind, accompanied by a stern cold air, made Zhao Ke's scalp feel cold, and most of the hair on the top of his head was cut off.

Rolling on the ground, his face was ashamed, and even the satchel with the radio on his back fell to the ground.

Then turn around in surprise.

But in the darkness, without knowing when, a figure wearing samurai armor quietly appeared in front of the two of them.

The pitch-black long knife, the blade seems to have been treated with a matte finish, and it is almost invisible in the dimly lit compartment.

Thanks to Wang Mazi's rich experience, he sensed the crisis the moment he heard the blade swing.

If Wang Mazi hadn't reminded him earlier, his head would have been cut off by now.

The crude samurai armor seemed to be controlled by some kind of force, and he missed a single blow. He quickly swung the blade in his hand and slashed at Zhao Ke.

Although the speed was not as fast as lightning, Zhao Ke and the others were completely caught off guard by their current body and state.

Zhao Ke's eyes flickered for a moment, looking at the attacking blade, he suddenly rolled on the ground.

"Crack!" There was a loud noise, and the shattered wooden boards splashed everywhere. The slender blade seemed thin, but it was extremely sharp.

The power that erupts from the blade is not something that a human being can contend with.

As soon as the horizontal knife was lifted, the blade stabbed straight at Zhao Ke's heart.

"I'll go to your uncle!"

Suddenly, with a loud roar, Wang Mazi got up from the ground at some point and rushed to the side of the warrior armor.

He leaned forward sideways, squatted slightly on his knees, and slammed on the samurai armor sideways.

It is the extremely vicious move in Bajibeng, sticking to the mountain.

As for Wang Mazi's body, even without the blessing of stamps, with the strength of his body, he could knock over a stationary car and turn it over.

Its power can be imagined.

But at this time, as soon as the mountain was leaned against, there was a muffled sound, and the person who flew out was actually Wang Mazi.

Not a level of collision at all.

Wang Mazi was seriously injured, but this time, he was dizzy and dizzy. He spit out a mouthful of blood after a sweet throat, and fell to the ground, unable to even move. He lost half of his life.

But it was Wang Mazi who hit him like this, the long knife in the warrior's hand missed its aim, the blade cut a hole in Zhao Ke's shoulder, but missed the vital point.

Under the bloody wound, Zhao Ke looked at the clay pot on the altar.

It was found that a black mist was pouring out of the clay pot, and the mist became more and more dense.

"Is it manipulating?"

Thinking about it, Zhao Ke wanted to pull out his pistol, aim it in the direction of the clay pot, and pull the trigger.

"Bang bang bang~"

However, the three bullets were suddenly blocked by the warrior in front of him.

The thick armor of the samurai completely resisted the clay pot.

He didn't give Zhao Ke a chance at all.

"Damn it! Is this your real face?"

Through the gap in the armor, Zhao Ke vaguely saw a pair of red eyes staring at him.

There is no human desire at all, it is more like a beast full of killing.

Seeing that he was pushed into the corner little by little and could no longer continue to retreat.

A figure suddenly jumped in from outside the carriage.

The person who came was not tall, and he was wearing the clothes of a Japanese soldier. When he jumped into the carriage, he subconsciously helped his nose.

It's Cui Jianguo!