Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

One person threw a dagger at Qi Liang's throat, and the dagger pierced a hole the size of a thumb in Qi Liang's throat.

But there was still no movement from Qi Liang.

"I didn't get the kill prompt, damn it, this guy is a dead man!"

For a moment, the faces of the two of them were sullen and frightening. In order to enter this prison, they also took great pains.

Only silver-level props consumed two.

This is how to slip in smoothly.

Unexpectedly, the result turned out to be nothing but joy.

"Damn it, it must have been harvested by the God of Wealth's group long ago, leaving a shell here and throwing it here, bad luck."

After speaking, the two walked out of the cell.

While walking, he said: "Forget it, since Qi Liang is dead, there are other postmen in this cell, and they will kill them all."

The two people's voices were not loud, but the rest of the cell could hear them clearly.

Suddenly, a pair of eyes in the prison became ugly.

"Hey, brother, don't be so extreme in your life and work, keep everything on the line, so we can meet again in the future."

He only heard one person in the cell speak, and stared at the two with cold eyes.

"Ok?"

The two were stunned for a moment, and then they couldn't help but glance at each other, and saw that in the dark prison cell around them, one by one with blank cheeks raised their heads, staring at the two of them.

Thousands of people point at it, but die without illness.

The first batch of people who can follow Qi Liang to enter the mysterious place are all outstanding among the middle-level postmen.

That's not a butcher with bloody hands.

That is not a murderous demon.

The gazes of these people gathered together, even through the prison door, it still makes one's scalp tingle.

But after a brief moment of stupefaction, the two of them burst out laughing suddenly: "Hahahaha, are you telling a joke?"

"When you ransacked the ghost city, you didn't burn, kill, or loot, did you? When did the demons start to make sense?"

"It's ridiculous, everyone is a postman. If you say Qi Liang's two hundred and five is reasonable with us, maybe I can still nod. You... Bah!"

The unscrupulous smiles of the two are not just confident.

I suddenly felt ridiculous, sad, pitiful, and hateful for these guys!

When the devil talks about mercy, it is definitely not his conscience. It just means that the devil is afraid, and when he finds that his fists are not working, he can only reason with you.

The two of them were eloquent, and they broke through in two or three sentences. The last fig leaf of these guys made them look embarrassed, and their eyes lost their sharpness for a while.

"Do you know who I am? There is a ghost city Liuhetang behind me. Even spiders and others dare not touch me, even you two trash who have just become mid-level postmen dare to touch me!"

A man with disheveled hair in the cell sternly threatened, and revealed the strength of the two people in front of him.

At any time, the two trash who have just been promoted to mid-level postmen, they have plenty of ways to kill him.

What's more, there is Liuhetang behind him, which is the largest pharmacy in the ghost market.

It can be regarded as having strong financial resources.

It's just that for the two brothers, although this name is very big, it is as ridiculous as a clown in the present.

No matter how big the name is, is there a God of Wealth?

They dare to steal food, even if they don't even care about the God of Wealth, they still care about it.

"Hehe, yes, yes, yes, you are a big shot, so let you remember that my brothers will not change their names or surnames, my name is Xungou, and he is my younger brother Xun Ying, so you can understand it to death!"

Xungou looked proud, and was able to show off his real name in front of so many postmen whose strength far surpassed his own, but it turned out that he had no intention of leaving a life alive at all.

"Ding!"

At this moment, Xungou's smile suddenly disappeared, and he looked down at his feet, only to see a bloody silver needle rolling down on the soles of his feet.

"Silver needle???"

Seeing the silver needles rolling down on the soles of his feet, Xungou couldn't help casting suspicious eyes around.

Somehow, where did the silver needle come from?

"Brother, what's the matter??"

Seeing Xungou's dazed look, Xunying couldn't help asking.

Xungou didn't speak, but squatted down to pick up the silver needle, looked at the bright blood stains on it, and suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"who is it?"

Xungou looked around and asked coldly, "Who?"

This silver needle is used to drive into the spine and block the power of the postman.

At this time, it fell off.

Judging by the bright red blood stains on it, it was obvious that it had just been pulled out.

However, the cell was dead silent, no one spoke, just staring at the two brothers with an inexplicable expression.

The more Ling Xungou watched, the more hairy he became, and a drop of crystal sweat rolled down his forehead.

He is too clear that none of the people in the prison in front of him is a good guy.

The strength is far more than their brothers.

Even if these guys look dying now.

But for these guys' horrible and brutal methods, even if he is also a postman, if it is not a last resort, he does not want to fight these postmen.

At this time, there was a sound of "jingling bell..." the iron lock sounded, and Ling Xungou suddenly turned around like a frightened bird and screamed, "Who!"

The muscles of the whole body tensed, and even the stamp album was called out in an instant.

I saw that the source of the sound came from the water prison.