Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Dwarf Tiger is definitely not a fool. On the contrary, as a mid-level postman, Dwarf Tiger is definitely a well-informed and self-aware person.

Sensing that Zhao Ke's eyes were not right, when the word popped out in his mind, his body had already reacted quickly.

But as soon as the dwarf tiger moved, Wang Mazi was already lying in front of him, and his fist the size of a casserole smashed down on the dwarf tiger's forehead.

Seeing that the road is blocked, Dwarf Tiger's heart sank, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Zhao Ke's face was already cold, and he called out his hand to pat down from the side.

Between life and death, the dwarf tiger knew that at this time, he was already dying, and only by giving it a go would he have a chance to escape.

He let out a long cry angrily, crossed his arms in front of him, and instead of retreating or hiding, he met Wang Mazi's punch and bumped into it.

"boom!"

The heavy fist made Dwarf Tiger's arms numb for a short time and then completely lost consciousness, but at this moment, Dwarf Tiger broke out with agility that did not match his short stature.

Borrowing his strength to jump to the side, he rolled on the ground regardless of his embarrassment, and narrowly dodged Zhao Ke's capture hand, got up, turned around and ran!

"Hey, this kid runs really fast!"

Seeing this, Wang Mazi wanted to chase after him, but Zhao Ke reached out and grabbed his arm, "No need, as long as he runs in the right direction, he will run back later!"

"You're so confident!" Facing the confident look on Zhao Ke's face, Wang Mazi couldn't help feeling a little worried. This wasn't fishing, and he was tied with a fishing line.

I always feel that Zhao Ke's doing so is a bit risky.

However, in the face of Wang Mazi's question, Zhao Ke showed a smile on his face and looked back at Wang Mazi: "Study makes me confident!"

Zhao Ke not only looked carefully at the structural diagram of the front yard of the palace on the screen.

It also activates the lazy personality.

With the help of his lazy personality, Zhao Ke basically memorized the entire structure diagram, including every detail above.

He and Wang Mazi didn't use all their strength just now, but blocked the passages on the left and right, deliberately forcing the dwarf tiger to walk on this path.

And this path is in the shape of 'back', the final point is to return here.

"Don't you just tell him that it's over? He himself said that he is willing to be the bait, so why scare him like this."

Wang Mazi scratched his head, feeling that what Zhao Ke did was unnecessary.

Zhao Ke didn't answer Wang Mazi, but looked at Wang Mazi and asked, "Do you think I'm scaring him?"

"Is not it?"

"Is it?"

Now Wang Mazi's mind was a little messed up, and he didn't understand what Zhao Ke meant.

But Wang Mazi had one thing that was better, that is, he basically stopped thinking about things that he couldn't understand.

Anyway, his relationship with Dwarf Tiger is not yet familiar enough to care about this guy's life and death.

"What shall we do next?"

Wang Mazi looked around, especially the dead old tree. After all, in the huge garden, there was a piece of greenery, but this old tree seemed really unharmonious.

"Wait!"

Zhao Ke calmed down, sat on the chair, took out the cigarette stick from the storage ring and started smoking again.

"Wait for Dwarf Tiger?"

Zhao Ke took a puff of the cigarette stick in his hand and "hiss-huh" accompanied by green smoke gushing out of Zhao Ke's mouth and nose. Although Wang Mazi was upset, he could only bear the smell of second-hand smoke silently.

Accompanied by the smoke and clouds, Zhao Ke's expression began to relax, and he half-closed his eyes and said, "No! It's waiting for someone, a living person!"

the other side.

While running, Dwarf Tiger cursed Zhao Ke and Wang Mazi in his heart.

"You bald man, others are crossing rivers and tearing down bridges. This guy can't even cross the river, so tear down the bridge first!"

He wanted to greet the eighteenth generation of their ancestors, but suddenly thought about it, and then realized that until now, he didn't even know the names of the two guys.

Thinking of this, Dwarf Tiger became more and more angry. He was punched in both arms, and both arms became numb.

Looking at the soul-fixing orb that was gradually flashing again in the palm of his hand, the only thing Dwarf Tiger could think of was to find a place to hide immediately.

It's just that Dwarf Tiger just took a few steps before he heard a pleasantly shouted voice from the darkness through the corridor wall: "Don't run!"

Dwarf Tiger's scalp went numb, and he almost knelt on the ground.

Just behind the wall, there was a burst of brisk footsteps "da da da", galloping away, gradually getting farther and farther away.

The dwarf tiger's stiff body finally relaxed again.

"Fuck me!"

He spit down his throat and swallowed it. He didn't feel it before, because Zhao Ke's power suppressed the light of the soul-fixing pearl in his hand, allowing them to perfectly hide in the shadows.

But after leaving Zhao Ke's side, Dwarf Tiger suddenly felt that strong sense of crisis.

It seems that the next second may be subject to a catastrophe.

Thinking of this, Dwarf Tiger only hated why he hadn't been able to look at the plan on the screen a few more times.

Turning around and going back now is definitely not going to work, I'm afraid that bald man is still waiting for him behind.

The only thing Dwarf Tiger was lucky about was that the walls of the corridor covered him from the light of the soul-fixing orb in his hand, otherwise those postmen had discovered him just now, and they wouldn't have chopped him up.

"No, I have to find a way to hide in an institution!"

Dwarf Tiger looked left and right, but couldn't see anything. On the other side was a forest of flowers and plants.

But ghosts don't know if there is an agency or not.

Gritting his teeth, he began to walk along the corridor, hoping to find a place where he could hide.

But not far away, there was another sound of fighting on the other side of the wall.

Among the voices, there are voices he is familiar with, and there are voices he is not familiar with.

But the sound of fighting was fierce.

Hearing the sound, the Dwarf Tiger thought to himself: "Be good, three or four, no, no, let's slip!"

Three or four postmen seemed to be vying for a fixed soul orb. If they found themselves, tearing themselves would not be enough for them.