Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

"You two officials, you are so unruly!"

The old lady was on the side, she wanted to stop it, but today the two ghost messengers, I don't know what kind of stimulation they received, they didn't even want to make offerings, they were determined to arrest Zhao Ke's soul.

I saw that white shadow stepping forward, holding a mourning stick wrapped in white paper in his hand.

With a sweep of the mourning stick, a line of writing appeared on the ground.

"Neither a human nor a ghost, nor a god nor a demon, sneaking into the underworld, his heart is a disaster, his crime deserves to be punished!"

Seeing a line of writing on the ground, Zhao Ke gasped in his chest, and couldn't help cursing: "Smuggling? Ghosts are smuggling to your underworld!"

The expression of the old lady at the side changed slightly. In this matter, the two ghost messengers were determined to arrest the soul of the person, otherwise they would not deliberately accuse him of such a serious crime.

They follow the line of Yin people, relying on Yin walking, to give insoles to the souls of the dead, to ensure that they have a trace of real souls, and they will not be confused when they enter the city of vain death.

Do good deeds and accumulate merit.

It stands to reason, but it can be considered smuggling.

It's just that from the generation of the patriarch, there has been the custom of giving filial piety to the servants. Over the years, an unwritten rule has been formed. To put it bluntly, it means paying enough protection fees.

Now that the ghost messenger is speaking so seriously, he is clearly telling her not to meddle in her own business.

"Brother, I hurt!"

During the stalemate, Zhao Ke couldn't help but hear Lei Mu's voice in Zhao Ke's ears.

Zhao Ke's mind sank, the golden pupil of his left eye flashed, and when he raised his head, he saw the ghost messenger in white shaking the mourning stick in his hand. Invisible threads are pulling on his body.

"It's Rem!"

Zhao Ke is not a fool, seeing this, he immediately understood in his heart, what smuggling, what crime should be punished, is simply an excuse, for some unknown purpose, these two ghosts took a fancy to Rem in his body.

"It is said that ghosts and gods are ruthless, shit, but I never expected that they are also like dogs, male robbers and female whores."

Hearing Zhao Ke's angry shout, instead of being angry, the two ghost servants let out a weird "giggle..." laugh, and a line of writing appeared on the ground, which was for Zhao Ke to read.

"If you are like pigs and dogs, how can you hide treasures, you will die in vain to the nameless ghosts in the city."

This is to compare Zhao Ke to pigs and dogs. If he dies, he will die in vain.

They are ghost messengers, representing the official orthodoxy, although they are not as powerful as the king of hell, the judge, who has the power over life and death.

But it's just a trick to want someone to turn into a lonely wild ghost, or even an idiot who is about to rot in the city of vain death, and finally flow into the animal realm.

Zhao Ke's eyes were red. When had he ever been bullied like this before? His chest felt like it was about to rush out of his chest. He struggled crazily.

But the more he struggled, the tighter the iron chain on his body became.

This is the soul lock folder given by the King of Hades. Even those fierce ghosts with astonishing resentment will not lose their temper when they are locked.

"Fox Transformation!"

"Day and night raids!"

Zhao Ke wanted to activate the stamp, but found that it couldn't be activated at all. Except for the passive ability, all other active abilities were in a state of being unable to be activated.

As for the Buddhist beads on Zhao Ke's chest, Zhao Ke couldn't move them with both hands, let alone reach them.

I can only bite my own tongue constantly, and use the pain to stimulate the special ability of "Veteran", the iron will, to gather all my thoughts together and resist this pull.

Seeing that Zhao Ke was still stubbornly resisting, he saw the white-clothed ghost messenger, took a step forward, swung the mourning stick in his hand, and hit Zhao Ke on the head.

If this stick hits hard, it can smash out the three souls of a person, let alone reincarnation, even if it is a lonely ghost, it will be difficult.

"I can't, I can't."

The expression on the old lady's face changed suddenly, and she stepped forward to stop her, but the ghost in white slapped her back, and she fell straight to the ground, unable to move.

At this time, the white-clothed ghost came forward, snatched the stack of treasures from the old lady's hand, and put them in his arms.

"brute!"

Even the old woman who has been filial to them all year round has done such a heavy hand.There is still some kind of ghost, they are simply two wolf-hearted beasts. .

Zhao Ke was suppressed by the Soul Locker, his blood vessels were about to burst, and his whole body was covered with blue veins, like horned dragons, ferocious and terrifying, extremely frightening, and the savage aura on his body, even if it was two ghost guards, his face couldn't help but change.

Seeing this, there was a fierce look on the blurred face of the white-clothed ghost, and he hit Zhao Ke with a stick with his backhand.

"hiss!"

Zhao Ke's pupils tightened, and his face suddenly turned pale. When he pulled the stick up, he felt his soul trembling. The white stripes on the mourning stick were like a steel brush, brushing against his soul, making Zhao Ke feel ashamed. The consciousness of the whole person became trance.

"what!"

In just such a trance, Leimu let out a scream, turned into a black shadow, and was pulled out from Zhao Ke's body.

Seeing that the treasure has been obtained, the two ghost officers were overjoyed, and the black-clothed ghost even waved their hands, signaling to solve Zhao Ke's trouble as soon as possible.

The white-clothed ghost almost lowered his head, swung the bad stick in his hand and smashed it down, but just as the bad stick was approaching, Zhao Ke suddenly gritted his teeth, turned sideways and put his head on the white-clothed ghost, and the stick hit Zhao Ke directly. on the shoulders.

As soon as the bad stick fell, a coolness gushed out from Zhao Ke's shoulders, and a scene suddenly flashed in Zhao Ke's mind, a pair of phoenix eyes opened their eyes from the darkness.

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It seemed that he didn't expect that Zhao Ke still had the strength to bump into himself, and the blurred face of the ghost messenger in white let out a sharp and strange cry.

Grasping the bad stick with both hands, he intends to shatter this person's soul completely, so that he will never be reborn forever.

But before the stick was removed from Zhao Ke's shoulder, the white-clothed ghost's hand suddenly sank, and it felt as if the bad stick had taken root on Zhao Ke's shoulder.

No matter how much strength the white-clothed ghost guard exerted, the weak stick still couldn't move.

Looking carefully with a pair of eyes, the ghost in white couldn't help being stunned, and saw a black palm protruding from the white stick at some point.

"Three hands??"

I saw this hand, which seemed to grow on Zhao Ke's shoulder. The fingers were slender, without nails, and there was no outline of the hand bones. It seemed to be soft and squishy.

But I don't know why, when he saw this hand, the white-clothed ghost's heart skipped a beat, as if a catastrophe was imminent.

At this moment, I saw a single eye split open on the back of the black hand on Zhao Ke's shoulder, the eyelid was opened, and the dark pupil shone with a cold light, and the single eye swept towards the white-clothed ghost.

"boom!"

It was just a look, but it made the white-clothed ghost almost feel like being struck by lightning.

That black gem-like pupil came, as if the surrounding space was collapsing. One step back was a bottomless abyss, and the next step was a sea of ​​swords and flames. His empty eyes almost made his spiritual body collapse.