Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

It's a pity that the mantis catching the cicada and the oriole were behind, and just after the Dinghun Orb absorbed Shaokang's soul, and just transformed the opponent's soul into energy, the mysterious tattoo on Zhao Ke's chest quickly turned, reusing the energy in the Dinghun Orb Absorb it.

It feels like this soul-fixing orb is like an energy converter.

As long as you absorb the soul, you can generate the energy needed for the mysterious tattoo on your chest.

The soul-fixing orb that was emptied was destined to become gloomy again.

But Zhao Ke could feel the mysterious tattoo on his chest, and it seemed to become more active, which made Zhao Ke look forward to it.

"Hey, let me say, next time you do it, can you say hello in advance!"

Wang Mazi came out from the grass and saw that Zhao Ke's hands were still trembling uncontrollably, so he couldn't help saying with a dark face.

Just now when Zhao Ke said to make a move, he did so, too fast.

Even if Wang Mazi noticed it, it was too late to cooperate.

After all, he is not like Zhao Ke. Even if he is deposed, he still has his own unique ability.

"It's not an example!"

Zhao Ke squinted his eyes and laughed, and when he looked again, he found that the dwarf tiger had escaped from the air bondage.

He was staring dumbfounded at the velvety corpse on the ground.

"Now you believe it! This game is fair. These guys hunt and kill us, but as long as we rely on the mechanism, we can also hunt and kill them!"

Zhao Ke looked at the dwarf tiger, which was probably planned early in the morning.

Whether it is a line of postmen in Yangjian.

Or guys like Dwarf Tigers who have turned into ghosts.

The number of fixed soul beads is limited, and as the surrounding light gets darker and darker.

If you want to continue playing, you have only two choices, hunt them down, or be hunted down by them.

Dwarf Tiger seemed to have not recovered from his escape from death just now, and nodded numbly.

At this time, Wang Mazi looked down at the corpse on the ground: "Wait a minute, what is this?"

Chapter 887

As Wang Mazi said, he picked up a branch and rummaged through the pile of broken velvet on the ground.

Zhao Ke and Dwarf Tiger came over to have a look.

As the flesh was pushed away, a familiar thing was exposed in front of them.

"Stamp album!"

The thing found in the flesh and blood is the iconic item of every postman, the stamp album.

It's just that Shaokang's stamp album seems to have been affected by the agency and has become eclipsed.

On the cover of the stamp album, the emissary, which was supposed to be agile, has also turned into a stone, full of cracks.

In other words, the album has been damaged.

Looking at the stamp album, Bantam was just surprised.

But Zhao Ke and Wang Mazi have different feelings.

Neither of them had seen this thing for a long time.

Let's put it this way, it has been a long, long time since the two of them have experienced the joy of killing people and seizing treasures.

Naturally, there is no Dwarf Tiger for this thing. Regarding this point, Dwarf Tiger fully demonstrated the gentlemanly demeanor (self-knowledge) and stood aside silently, with his hands behind his back, saying that he would just take a look.

Wang Mazi and Zhao Ke looked at each other. They were very familiar with each other, so there was no need to be polite.

Zhao Ke reached out and touched the stamp album.

To be honest, when Zhao Ke touched the postal album, he was also uncertain.

After all, I am no longer a postman, and without the assistance of the stamp album, it is still unknown whether I can extract things from the other party's stamp album.

When Zhao Ke's palm touched the stamp album, the reminder sound that should have been heard in the past disappeared now.

But Zhao Ke found that he could still open Shaokang's stamp album.

However, when the stamp album was opened, the stamps in the stamp album were completely black and white.

The remark of some stamps is completely turned into a pile of paste, and nothing can be seen, let alone distinguish which stamp is valuable and which one is worthless.

"This should not be a problem with the agency, but our problem. After all, we are no longer postmen!"

On the side, Wang Mazi made a pun, and even if there was a dwarf tiger beside him, he would not feel that there was anything wrong with this sentence.

After all, he is not a postman, but the soul of a dead man.

But Zhao Ke knew very well that what Wang Mazi meant was that the two of them were useless now.

It is the same reason as they were imprisoned in the abandoned place.

They lost their identity as postmen, but the embarrassing thing is that it is impossible to just let them return to reality and be ordinary people.

So dump them into the Forsaken to fend for themselves.

In the same way, they have lost their status as postmen right now, but they still cannot deny the fact that Zhao Ke and Wang Mazi used to be postmen.

Therefore, all fuzzy processing is the situation in front of us.

"You can smoke!"

Zhao Ke tried it, and when his fingers touched the stamps inside, he still had the feeling that he could extract them.

But right now, which one to draw has become a difficult problem.

"Why don't I smoke it?" Wang Mazi saw Zhao Ke's hesitation and said.

After Zhao Ke thought about it, he was right, Wang Mazi's vision was better than his own, and he might be able to deduce which stamp it was based on the pattern on the stamp.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke pushed the stamp album to Wang Mazi.

After receiving the stamp album, Wang Mazi became focused, and quickly tapped the stamp album with his right index finger, as if he was muttering something silently.

Zhao Ke didn't pay attention at first, but when he listened carefully, he almost kicked him.