Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

He took a deep breath and silently recited the word "ghost market".

【Ding!The dream success rate of your prayer is one hundred percent, whether to confirm the use of dream gems. 】

(Note: Once the dream gem is activated, the energy inside will be completely consumed. Before you die, you cannot discard, transfer, or steal it on your own...)

"Sure!"

Zhao Ke did not hesitate, and decisively chose to confirm that he could use the dream gem to return to reality.

But in the ghost city, he still lacked an explanation.

With Zhao Ke's confirmation, a strong ray of light burst out from the dream gem, quickly engulfing Zhao Ke's figure.

The strong light covered his vision, but the familiar feeling of pulling and falling made Zhao Ke feel that his body was breaking away from that nothingness.

At this time, Zhao Ke tried to activate the Eye of Vientiane, trying to see clearly what was happening around him at this moment.

When the pupil of Vientiane opened, Zhao Ke was surprised to see that he was being wrapped in a scorching bright light and falling down quickly.

What's even more strange is that in the distance, I saw a huge optical axis, and countless densely packed worlds were connected around the optical axis, large or small, like brilliant stars.

Is this the postman's world?

He was shocked by the scene in front of him, but soon discovered that the optical axis was actually breaking, and cracks were rapidly spreading along the axis of the optical axis.

Those worlds around the optical axis, with the shattering of the optical axis, disappeared into the darkness as if they had sunk into an abyss.

Before he could figure out where these vanished worlds went.

Zhao Ke suddenly felt a bloody smell coming from around him, and when he turned his head, his eyes were already covered in scarlet.

With a sinking of both feet, the body has appeared on the street of the ghost city.

The bustling ghost market in the past is now as terrifying as hell, and the eyes are full of corpses.

A huge crack spread from the ground to the dome of the ghost city.

There is only a thick smell of blood in the air, and the prosperity of the past can no longer be seen.

Everything is just as Lu Hao said, the ghost market is over.

After Zhao Ke looked around, he immediately walked towards the direction of the Red Smoke Pavilion, passed through the ruins, and saw that most of the huge building of the Red Smoke Pavilion had collapsed.

At this time, his eyes suddenly locked on the rubble pile under his feet, and he saw a white jade cigarette stick inserted into the rubble.

"This is……"

"Smoking gun!"

He hurried over and reached out to grab the tobacco rod, only to find that the tobacco rod had been broken into two pieces long ago, and the second half was gone.

"Damn!"

Looking at the half of the cigarette stick left in his hand, he cursed loudly, holding the cigarette stick tightly in his hand, he knew that the old lady Hong was a lunatic.

But when I actually saw her, I realized that this crazy woman had dragged the whole ghost city to be buried with her.

"Master!"

He suddenly remembered the old man who was still frozen in the ancestral grave in the ghost city, and rushed into the Red Smoke Pavilion...

Chapter 1244 The Destroyed Postman

The familiar setting, but at this moment there is no glitz in the past.

There was only one corpse in sight.

The rules of men, women, and the ghost market seem to be completely time-sensitive at this moment, and everyone's body is full of horror and fear, even despair.

When disaster strikes, no one escapes, no one leaves the ghost city.

There is only one piece of hopeless death here.

Even Zhao Ke himself was very surprised. He didn't know how this crazy woman, Hong Po, did it. Could it be that the other top ten didn't stop her?

The steps under his feet became heavier, when Zhao Ke followed the direction in his memory and walked towards the deepest part of the Red Mist Hall.

Suddenly he stopped and looked at the corpse in front of him, the confusion in his heart was immediately resolved.

I saw an old man with his hands stretched out, as if trying to tear open the void.

Several broken wooden signs were scattered on the ground, surrounded by seven stone statues.

Each stone statue brings a fatal wound to the old man.

The chest had been pierced by a black giant sword, the lower ribs were torn by sharp claws, and the intestines and spleen were completely torn off.

The shoulder, left chest, thigh, and the black sickle that ended his life in the end, were cutting into his head from his Baihui acupoint from top to bottom.

Zhao Ke walked up to the old man, looked at the old man's eyes, sighed silently, and stretched out his hand to close the old man's eyes.

Although there were not many encounters, it was considered acquaintance after all. Zhao Ke really didn't expect that this yin and yang old man who could walk freely in any space would die such a miserable death.

Zhao Ke swept his gaze, and suddenly noticed the wooden plaque on the old man's waist.

Or out of intuition, he glanced at the shattered wooden signs on the ground, couldn't help being moved, and reached out to take off the wooden signs.

It turned out that the wooden sign was heavier than I imagined, and it felt more like it was forged from solid steel.

He casually called out the stamp album and threw the wooden cards into it. As expected, the wooden cards hanging on the Yin-Yang old man were not ordinary goods.

Silver props: space shuttle order (one-time consumable)

It consumes 50 postal points, and after activation, the passage to the shuttle space can be opened.

(Note: The right to interpret this product belongs to Yin Yang Inn.)

"It would be great if there was this thing earlier."

Looking at the remarks on the wooden sign, Zhao Ke couldn't help but sigh with emotion, if he or Lu Hao had such a sign on his body.

Maybe I don't need to quarrel with Lu Hao anymore.

It's just that things in this world are often so annoying.

When you need it, you can't ask for it.

When you don't need it, it suddenly pops up in front of you.