Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Ashikaga Itero walked out with the help of others, the anger in his heart could not be calmed down, as if in just a moment, he lost everything, one eye, one arm, and the soul of his brother, as well as the one he loved the most. Saber, Xue Jizi.

And the murderer actually escaped in front of everyone's eyes, which is a great shame for Ashikaga Teru.

"Call everyone back, be sure! Kill this guy!"

Ashikaga almost exhausted his words, when the words were finished, a mouthful of blood spewed out, his eyes closed, and his body fell straight to the ground.

"Captain, shall we chase?"

Looking at Tubao's body, the three postmen couldn't help but look at each other. They didn't know what it was like, but they definitely wouldn't feel good.

Although Tubao is a well-known muscular guy who doesn't mind thinking in their team, for the interests of the team, he will never give in.

It is precisely because of this that they did not intervene too much, because this guy has no brains and is very protective.

But one thing, as the team's strongest human shield, this guy is absolutely impeccable in terms of strength and adventure.

Tubao was killed, which they did not expect. It was a completely one-sided situation. How could there be a reversal in the blink of an eye, which caught them by surprise.

"Chase?"

Li Haote, the leader, twitched his mouth, shook his head and said: "That guy just took the postal points of Tubao, now is the time to show his sharpness, we can't go up at this time, notify other postmen, and spread the news, so that who Lord Onmyoji go catch it with your own hands, they kill people, we save them"

rustling...

In the bushes, the sound of heavy footsteps became heavier and heavier.

Zhao Ke's eyes went dark, and a figure emerged from the shadows, and fell heavily to the ground.

The wet and soft soil and the icy cold feeling made Zhao Ke finally realize that he was still alive.

Stuffing a life ball into his mouth, Zhao Ke struggled to get up from the ground, leaning half of his body against the big tree.

"Oh, you bastards are still alive!"

His main character, just now, was trapped in that room, surrounded by paintings painted with blood on it, and in that room, he was finally able to experience that crushingly suppressed rage that was on every side of the room. The distorted graffiti entrusts the most intuitive picture.

It's not all about Zhao Ke's memory, but what Zhao Ke met and saw are all distorted faces.

The old man who fell to the ground grabbed a child's arm, hiding a distorted smile under his grief-stricken expression.

In front of the camera, the money and items were distributed to the left-behind children, but behind the camera, the money was recaptured, and there was a steady stream of charity money in the pocket.

Those messengers of light wearing bright red cloaks stand at the peak of morality, but behind them are bloody keyboards, seemingly bright and upright smiles, which cannot stand any time of torture, gradually revealing their ugly faces .

The ugly human heart is so intuitive in every corner of this room, it is his anger, and it is also Zhao Ke's own anger.

It's just that I was locked in that room all the time, and was constantly writing and drawing by another personality.

It wasn't until the iron door was opened when I couldn't bear it, and I was thrown out of the room by the angry personality again, that I really woke up.

It's just strange that after I woke up, both Rem and her so-called sister fell into a state of deep sleep.

Zhao Ke wanted to ask, but he couldn't ask for the exact reason of this incident.

But what happened this time made Zhao Ke realize that his seven personalities did not just disappear like Wang Na said.

It's just another way to hide yourself.

Zhao Ke couldn't figure it out for a while, what they were going to do, he could only plan to wait for Rem to wake up, and see if he could get any news from Rem's sister.

Checking the injuries on his lower body, two ribs were broken, his abdomen was almost disemboweled, and the most serious injury was on his shoulder.

A piece of meat was bitten off by that unknown monster on his left shoulder.

The right shoulder was pierced by bullets. Although it didn't directly hit the bone, it was a bloody mess, like muddy meat. After a little flicking, the white bones under the flesh were exposed to the air.

Such an injury, if it wasn't for the support of the three stamps "Blood Lingzhu", "Bat Wing" and "Veteran", I would have passed out long ago, let alone continue to fight.

This time is probably the worst injury he has suffered since entering the horror space.

Only relying on the healing of the life ball and the "Blood Spirit Orb", it will be difficult to recover in a short while,

Zhao Ke lay on the ground and rested for a while, he treated the wound briefly, took out some food from the stamp album, ate and drank enough, and finally recovered a little strength.

He called out the stamp album and looked at his remaining postage points.

I was trapped in Guangguang Temple before, and consumed the most. Then I ambushed Ashikaga Isho, and consumed some more. Finally, I was fighting with that thin man, and almost consumed all my postal points.

But in contrast, the harvest also surprised Zhao Ke.

What is different from the past is that after his personality recovered, the memory of the time when he was dominated by anger was completely and clearly reflected in Zhao Ke's mind.

In the past, my understanding of the source hand was limited to being able to extract all kinds of strange substances, but when the guy of anger really dominated it, the fierceness and dominance of the source hand were brought into full play.

Outsiders can't see it, but Zhao Ke knows it best.

Every punch of anger is absorbing the protein under Tubao's skin, skeletal muscle fibers, and even Lu Sheng's small blood cells.

This is the real trump card, otherwise, it would be impossible to beat him to such a serious internal injury just by relying on the hidden strength of Sheyuan's hand.

It can be said that the method of anger has really taught Zhao Ke a lesson, allowing Zhao Ke to see where the real lethality of the camera source is.

And the postage in Tubao is not intended to be the sweet spring in the desert.

There are not many postal points, only 48 postal points, but it is also a considerable number.

Judging from the abilities displayed by Tubao before, Zhao Ke concluded that this guy's strength was far more than that. In his memory, Zhao Ke saw that there seemed to be a transformation stamp in this guy's postal album.

It's just that Tubao didn't have many postal points, and he saw that the seriously injured Zhao Ke couldn't do any harm to him.

Tubao also knew that Zhao Ke’s postage points would definitely not be many, and with the attitude of maximizing profits, he took his most valuable stamp.

So with the attitude of saving what you can, you didn't use all your strength.

Otherwise, I'm afraid that the first time we meet, the person who died will be me, so I won't give myself a chance to arouse my anger.

48 postage points, plus the rest of my own bits and pieces.

I still have 54 postal points in my hand, which is good news for Zhao Ke.

In addition, there is another harvest, which is the short knife of Ashikaga.

Zhao Ke hadn't been able to read the notes on this dagger before, but now he took a closer look, and a gratified smile appeared on his face. At least the choice of ambush this time was undoubtedly correct.

Chapter 173 Trap

Snow Himeko (expensive)