Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

But it drove past at a speed of hundreds of kilometers per hour without blinking!

At this time, reality and the netherworld are completely blurred, making it difficult to tell whether the car at this time is in reality or in the netherworld.

And the only criterion for distinguishing the standard is actually the radio that is playing the Chinese science and education program.

Just listening to the radio, the teacher said in a soft voice to the foreign students who are learning Chinese: [Kissing my sister is not as good as kissing my sister. Kissing my sister to find my own sister. Dry words, and interpret the meaning of this paragraph...]

Chapter 1034 Little Nezha

After the broadcast of Chinese education, I watched the radio and continued to talk more and more outrageous.

Zhao Ke glanced sideways, and saw He Quanshun covering his daughter Miaomiao's ears, his liver-colored face was short of having two words written on it: "Bad review!"

"Ahem, don't get me wrong, this radio is only faulty, change it!"

Zhao Ke asked Ge Erdan to change the radio station, Ge Erdan moved his fingers a few times, and then he heard a loud and powerful shout from the radio station.

This time it is no longer a messy Chinese education.

Obviously, a sports channel.

It's just like Zhao Ke said, don't care about the station, as long as the things played from this radio always make people think more and more crooked unconsciously.

[Next is the 18th set of radio gymnastics, stretching, chest expansion, sex, leg lift, hip lift, sex...]

Even though it is obviously a very normal term, it can't help triggering countless hypotheses when it comes out of this radio.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke could only helplessly rub his shoulder to He Quanshun.

He Quanshun's face was dark and frightening, Zhao Ke believed that if it wasn't for Miaomiao's willingness, He Quanshun would have jumped up a long time ago, beat Liao Qiu with a bruised nose and swollen face, and smashed the damn radio station by the way.

Now He Quanshun can only cover his daughter's ears as much as possible to ensure that her daughter does not hear these obscenities.

However, He Quanshun didn't notice that when Miao Miao heard the familiar radio sound, there was a slight sweet smile on her face, as if she had returned to the sunny morning in her sleep, doing gymnastics on the campus playground myself at the time.

compared to passengers sitting in the rear.

Liao Qiu was under more pressure than anyone else.

Blurred pictures kept flashing in front of my eyes. Maybe one second was a highway, but the next second it might be a high wall.

If there is a little carelessness, He Quanshun doesn't need to do anything, I am afraid that Liao Qiu will go first and report to Lord Yan.

The picture outside the car window is divided into two.

On the left is a mountain full of tombs standing there.

Looking up, there are mountains and mountains, but there is no tree or grass.

Some are all neat tombstones and grave mounds.

This is the world of the dead.

Except for the cold stones, there are only grave mounds left.

The only sound, perhaps, is the chewing and pouting sound of "boom, boom, boom" coming from under the grave mound from time to time.

From time to time, a blurry shadow flickered on the right, and under the sound of the car's horn, the car flashed past Liao Qiu very quickly.

Often, the passing drivers only noticed a blurry gray shadow flashing past, and a biting cold wind was blown up.

But no one saw clearly what the flashing thing was.

"Boom..."

An ear-shattering roar suddenly came from the side mountain, and the side of the whole mountain began to tilt.

"Landslide?"

Liao Qiu's face was pale, and he thought, "Didn't you read the almanac today?"

The bridge disappeared inexplicably, and then encountered a landslide. Liao Qiu felt that he must have missed the almanac today, otherwise how could he be so unlucky.

Rolling smoke and dust, mixed with the gravel and the cracked grave mound, fell towards Liao Qiu's Mercedes-Benz like a rolling snowball.

"Boom!"

The roof of the Mercedes-Benz was dented suddenly, and a human head fell on the hood of Liao Qiu's car.

A skull that had rotted long ago, with a big bright red spider crawling in its mouth, stared at it with empty eye sockets, Liao Qiu, after twisting his mouth a few times, actually copied a mouthful of authentic dialect: " You bastard, stop the car, I'm still tired behind."

Saying this, the skull jumped and wanted to hit Liao Qiu's glass.

Seeing this, Liao Qiu hurriedly pulled down the wiper, and before the skull was installed, the wiper swiped the skull and flew it up, and it seemed to land on the roof of the car with a bang.

"Something's wrong!" Zhao Ke looked at He Quanshun.

He followed Liao Qiu down the Netherworld. Although the journey was dangerous, he never encountered such a strange thing.

It doesn't matter if the bridge disappears inexplicably, but at this time, it happened to be a landslide.

Said it was bad luck?But it's a bit too much of a coincidence.

He Quanshun frowned slightly, covered his left eye with his left hand, and a void eyeball flew out of the car quietly.

He Quanshun intends to take a look around.

It's just that the eyeballs were about to fly out of the roof when Liao Qiu yelled, "Sit tight!"

Countless stones fell down like a torrential rain.

All kinds of weird bones and broken corpses fell from the loess.

Liao Qiu frantically turned the steering wheel in his hand and stepped on the accelerator, accompanied by the hum of the engine reaching its peak.

"Buzzing..."

The rapid friction of the wheels on the ground is in direct proportion to the high tide screams on the radio.

The wheel turns to the left.

Suddenly, countless mudstones covered the ground in an instant, leaving only a mess of tombstones, half exposed and half buried scattered in the soil.

"Humph!"

In the gazebo in the distance, you can see the mountain path submerged in mud and rocks.

The purple-haired girl couldn't help but let out a cold snort, and pouted her lips: "A guy like this is worthy of fighting with me? It seems that the red mother-in-law is sometimes mistaken."