Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

The horizontal sword swung straight at Juechen's throat.

However, Jue Chen seemed to have sensed something, and turned around abruptly.

The moment he turned around, Pan San almost threw the dagger out of his hand. Juechen in front of him actually had a face exactly like his own, with a smile on his face, as if he was waiting for Pan San to strike his throat with a sword.

Pan San sensed that something was wrong, quickly withdrew his sword momentum, and kicked Juechen.

"boom!"

This kick landed in Juechen's abdomen, but Pan San himself was the one who flew out.

This kick was so powerful that at least two of his ribs were broken, but Pan San felt lucky and scared.

If you can't take back the sword's momentum, the consequences of cutting it down with a sword...

Thinking of his flying head under the sword light, the expression on his face at that time will definitely be extraordinarily exciting.

The more Pan San thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he couldn't help shivering.

He raised his head and looked at Juechen in front of him, his face darkened: "You are not Juechen, who are you?"

It was only at this time that Pan San noticed that Hei Zhuo and the others around him had long since disappeared, and the vast mountain forest was billowing with mist like a sea of ​​clouds.

In the world right now, there is only the 'self' who seems to be in front of him

"I am you, you are me, poor monk Pansan, I met Master Juechen!"

Standing in front of him, Pan San clasped his hands together and bowed towards him. Pan San was stunned, and a mirror appeared from the mist in front of him.

The self in the mirror, wearing cassock and holding a tin staff, isn't that strange yet familiar face just Juechen? ?

"I'm Juechen?? Then who are you?? No! I'm not Juechen, I'm Pansan!"

Pan San's eyes focused on the mirror in front of him, and found that the person in the mirror had changed his appearance again, he was still the face of Jue Chen, but there was an unspeakable evil in his scarlet eyes.

At this time, Pan San only heard in his ears: "Master Juechen, you are about to attain Buddhahood, don't be fooled by the evil spirit, kill this evil spirit quickly."

Pan San stared back at himself in a daze.

For a while, my mind was buzzing, who is he? ?

Is it disc three?Or Juechen?

Is it the inner demon that is about to be proved?

For a moment, Pansan became confused, and beady beads of sweat rolled down his forehead under the sound of urging.

Pan San slowly raised the dagger in his hand, with a dazed expression on his face, suddenly he heard someone calling himself.

"Pan three!"

The sound was very weak, as if it was the sound of a fly flying past his ear, but the sound was so familiar that Pan Sanyi couldn't remember whose voice it was.

It's just that the moment Pan San subconsciously followed the voice and turned around, he was suddenly surprised to see the shadow refracted by the short sword in his hand.

On that thin cheek, there were a few sparse stubbles left, yellow skin, and a pair of frightened eyes stared at him.

Looking at each other, Pan San woke up suddenly in his mind.

The sense of dust and inner demons are all fake, only oneself and the sword in hand are the most real.

In one thought, Pan Sanfan suddenly came to his senses, and when he looked at Juechen again.

But seeing the self in front of him, who is exactly the same as himself, gradually changed back to Juechen's appearance.

It's just that the face is no longer as compassionate and solemn as before, but the facial features are distorted, the whole person seems to have changed face, the protruding eyes stared at Pan San, and let out a piercing laugh:

"Little friend, the poor monk is waiting for you in Raksha Hell, hahahaha..."

"Raksha Hell? What happened here, you..."

Pan San couldn't finish the question, Juechen's body suddenly swelled up in front of him, his head protruded high like a deformed melon, and his facial features were instantly backlogged in the swollen meat ball.

"not good!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Pan San quickly backed away, and with a huge bang that followed, Juechen's body exploded like a bomb.

Pan San's speed was very fast, but no matter how fast he was, he was still affected by the impact of the explosion. He was in a trance for a while, and with a whirlwind before his eyes, he sat down on the ground uncontrollably.

After a while, Pansan's consciousness gradually gathered.

Hearing the inquiries and shouts from his companions, Pan San gradually opened his eyelids and looked at the crowd blankly.

"you??"

Being watched by all the people, Pan San felt uncomfortable all over his body, and when he was about to ask, he suddenly remembered what happened to him just now, and said in surprise: "There is something wrong with Jue Chen!"

However, no one responded to his words, and everyone's expression was extremely strange.

"Pan San, I know that you have some connections with Master Juechen, but you don't have to be so sad, let's be sad."

The one who spoke was the companion who joined the team with Pan San, who was secretly named Ah Huang by Hei Zhuo.

The other three people, Ah Zi, Ah Lu, and Ah Hong also expressed their concern.

Only Hei Zhuo, Qi Liang, Tian Yu, and Qiu Bailing stood aside silently.

Pan San looked bewildered, completely unaware of what happened, but soon he discovered the problem, he was actually holding a human head in his arms.

And when Pan San took a closer look, he was even more horrified to find that the owner of the head was none other than Juechen.

"This?? How did this happen?"

Pan San immediately stood up and threw out Juechen's head in his arms, only to see the head rolled on the ground, face up, with a serene and happy expression on his face.

Hei Zhuo stood aside and carefully studied the expression on Jue Chen's face.

Feeling such an expression, after trying to show it on his face, Hei Zhuo couldn't help but think of the time when he was dancing with bears in the inn.

He suspected that Juechen might have had his head chopped off in some kind of joy.

Thinking of this, Hei Zhuo couldn't help but start to recall the scene at that time.

Ignore Hei Zhuo's appearance of supplementing his brain at the side.

Qi Liang walked to Pan San's side and said: "You seemed to be in a daze just now, and you came here by yourself, no matter how much we call you, it's useless, Hei Zhuo wanted to pull you, and you were almost hit hard by your sword!"

Qi Liang simply told Pan San what happened just now.