Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

But it is undeniable that when you pass by with a smile, there will also be flashes in your mind. What if the winner is yourself?

That's right, Song Xixi's mood was like this at this time.

Like a chrysanthemum in full bloom, it is impossible to describe how elated my heart is.

In an instant, I saw Song Xixi's upper face, which was like a face-changing face in Sichuan, which was extremely rich.

Shock, hesitation, joy, ecstasy, anticipation...

After these expressions flashed across Song Xixi's face, they were finally locked on the extremely longing expectation.

Zhao Ke!

Many people have only recently known his name.

But everyone knows his other name, Ginseng Postman, No.1 on the reward list.

So far, that bounty, which is enough to make a fortune, is still hanging on the bounty list.

This guy, I don't know how many people want to kill him.

But even if he didn't show his strength, most of the people who killed him never returned.

But now he was killed by himself.

This was simply his unprecedented luck, and Song Xifang even became short of breath for a moment.

"Fuck off!"

When Pan San saw Zhao Ke's face, he went crazy for a moment.

Killing Zhao Ke, I don't know how much wealth, points, and stamps will be harvested, which is equivalent to opening a huge treasure house.

And it was just because he was one step too slow, that he was snatched away by Song Xixi, a piece of garbage.

Pan Sanyi's pupils were bloodshot for a moment, and his eyes were fixed on Song Xixi with a strong murderous aura gushing out from him.

With Pan San like this, one can imagine the mood of the others.

They walked to Pan San's side expressionlessly one by one, looked at each other, and seemed to reach a consensus at the same time.

Only Qi Liang was still the same as before, taking a step back.

That is, he does not participate, nor does he object, and his acquiescing attitude shows that he is unwilling to participate in it, and he will not stop it.

It's just that those eyes kept staring at Zhao Ke's body, with hesitation and guessing in their eyes, as if they didn't believe that Zhao Ke died like this.

Song Xifang seemed to have sensed the strong murderous intent behind him.

His heart sank, but his eyes kept wandering around Zhao Ke's corpse.

"Where's the stamp album??"

He was sure that the guy in front of him was dead, and there was no life in him, but why was there no stamp album?

"Stamp album, where's the stamp album? Where's the damn stamp album?"

Song Xifang reached out and groped Zhao Ke's body, and even threw away the snow around Zhao Ke's body with both hands.

But Zhao Ke's stamp album was still not found.

"Impossible, impossible, how could this be??"

Song Xifang's mood was extremely complicated at this time, and his mind was buzzing.

It's like after winning a lottery, only to find out that what I bought was a fake lottery ticket, but I still don't give up any kind of faint hope.

But since the hope is slim, it will naturally not come true.

Just like the number you selected won the jackpot, but the lottery company will not recognize this fake lottery ticket, nor will it make any compensation to you.

"Song Xixi, hand over the golden stamp, we will let you go!"

Pan San watched Song Xixi's ridiculous performance, and sneered: "Don't think that you can get away with it."

Pan San's words made others nod their heads: "Yes, hand over the stamps, and you will still earn money."

"No... you... I didn't find the stamp album." Song Xifang turned his head blankly. He didn't know what happened, but what was certain was that he had searched all around but still couldn't find Zhao Ke's stamp album.

Only the killer can see the postal album of the killed, which prevents the possibility of being humbled.

Song Xifang actually said that he didn't find the stamp album? ?

For a moment Pan San and the others put on a sinister smile, and approached Song Xixi step by step: "Old Song, this joke is not funny at all."

"Why bother, we have a meeting, you got the reward, enough for you to improve your strength to more than one level, why do you die with a golden stamp?"

They tried their best to persuade Song Xixi to hand over the stamps as soon as possible.

However, Song Xifang ignored it, prostrated himself on the ground and kept searching.

Pull off Zhao Ke's shirt, "No."

Pushing away the snowdrift beside him, "No!"

"Could it be at the bottom of the feet??"

When Song Xifang desperately pushed away the snow from Zhao Ke's feet, the anxious expression on his face froze for a moment.

Squinting his eyes into a slit, after carefully looking at the bottom of the snow, Song Xifang couldn't help but stand there in a daze.

"Hey, did you listen to me, I'll ask you one last time, take out the stamp, or don't blame us for doing it!"

Song Xifang never responded, and after seeing something under the snow, he just crawled on the ground in a daze.

"Damn!"

Seeing Song Xixi pretending to be a dead dog, Pan San and the others stepped up with dark faces, and saw Pan San reach out and grab Song Xixi from the ground, shouting angrily, "I'm talking to you, did you hear me?"

Song Xifang froze for a moment, but stared blankly at his hands.

Pan San couldn't help lowering his head following his gaze.

Immediately, Pan San's pupils tightened involuntarily at the scene in front of him, and he involuntarily sucked in a breath of cold air. Goosebumps arose all over his body as if thousands of centipedes were crawling on his spine.

I saw that Song Xixi's hands were covered with black live bacteria, parasitic on Song Xixi's hands like black fish eggs.

"What is this, get out!"