Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

The only difference is that this face reveals a ferocity that doesn't match his age.

"I hope, but this is already your second failure, don't let me down again, otherwise..."

The boy didn't speak, but looked at the room behind, with a strong tone of threat.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

He didn't know how long he had been lying there, but Zhao Ke's eyes suddenly opened, he sat up, and found that he was still lying on his own bed.

Reaching out to touch his throat, even though the wound has healed, he still feels a special pain in his throat.

To put it bluntly, this feeling of death made Zhao Ke very uncomfortable.

"Success!"

Sitting up, Zhao Ke looked out the window, the sky was still dark, but at a glance, he could see the lights of several other neighborhoods outside, as well as the busy traffic on the street.

He fumbled in his pocket, and Zhao Ke took out a handful of green ashes from his pocket.

It is the ashes turned into after the "Death Talisman" is burned.

This death talisman was given to him by Hattori Hanzo back then, but Zhao Ke threw it in the stamp album. He thought that if his plan failed this time and faced with the irresistible red coffin, he would use this talisman to replace him. die.

It's a pity that now this hole card has to be used in advance.

In fact, I should have thought a long time ago that the other party can use my shadow to attack me, and I can use myself to deal with those shadows.

If I can wipe out all the shadows in the first place, maybe it is the way to crack this space.

But with so many shadows, how could he kill them all by himself? There is only one way, and that is to kill himself.

This idea only appeared in Zhao Ke's mind for a moment, and Zhao Ke caught it and began to think over and over again.

The more powerful the ability, the more obvious the shortcomings.

The opponent's abilities must be limited, otherwise they wouldn't just kill one shadow at a time.

As the saying goes, as much as you get, you have to pay as much.

Zhao Ke suspects that the death of each shadow may be a great burden to the other party.

How can this burden be hidden?

This is where the other side is brilliant, that is, to put the burden on the bright side, the so-called one leaf covering the eyes, people believe what they see more than guessing.

Every time the shadow is not killed, the subsequent attack will not make anyone think that these shadows are precisely the weakness of the opponent.

So he is a person who is very good at thinking about people's hearts, and he has undoubtedly grasped the common problem of every postman, which is the desire to survive.

Both traps and life gates were set in the direction of seemingly dead ends.

Even if someone dares to guess, not necessarily a few dare to try. If death is the only way to get out of that dimension, it is estimated that nine out of ten people will not take the risk.

Unless the other party, like Zhao Ke, has a one-time consumable stamp such as the Death Talisman.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke grinned and showed his white teeth, and said in his heart: "Hey! The trap is broken, and the feeling of backlash must be uncomfortable."

"what!"

At this time, Zhao Ke suddenly wanted to feel something, stretched out his hand, and a black shadow entered Zhao Ke's palm.

"You're back too?"

This picture is the split soul of Zhang Chen, the clone that Zhao Ke made before.

Zhao Ke asked him to go to work, but after being caught in the trap, although he could feel him, he couldn't get in touch with him, and he couldn't know what he was doing for a long time.

Unexpectedly, the avatar was already dead?

"Did the other party do it?"

Zhao Ke withdrew his soul, and everything about Zhang Chen suddenly appeared in Zhao Ke's mind like a horse watching a lantern.

What Zhao Ke didn't expect was that his avatar, after realizing that there was no way to leave, actually chose to commit suicide in order to return to his own body.

After carefully viewing all the memory images, Zhao Ke pondered for a while, then slowly stood up from the bed, and said, "Let's go, it's time to meet the rightful owner!"

After Zhao Ke said this, he stood up and walked out.

Just as he was about to walk out the door, Zhao Ke heard someone talking outside the door, it was the old lady who sold eggs before.

"Who is so wicked, people are dead, and you still send the courier here, and the corpses are not here, why send a coffin?"

Hearing this, Zhao Ke slowly opened the door, and saw that the old lady had just come up from downstairs and was standing at the corner of the stairs, chatting with a few people.

"What coffin?"

Zhao Ke pretended to walk over casually, and asked a casual question.

Unexpectedly, after Zhao Ke finished asking, the old lady seemed to have seen a new audience, and she suddenly became energetic and said: "Who knows, the coffin was said to be sent to the 11th floor, which is the landlady's house, but no one is there, they still have to go Send the coffin up, no, it will be blocked outside the community and not allowed to enter."

"I guess I owed money before."

Zhao Ke didn't care, and pressed the elevator casually.

The old lady and a few others also agreed with Zhao Ke's words, especially the old lady nodded and said: "Yes, it must be the enemy, what is not good as a gift, return the coffin, it is still a big red coffin, don't you think this is humiliating people?" ?

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After the old lady finished speaking, she saw Zhao Ke standing at the elevator entrance, and her face suddenly became ugly.

Chapter 265 18th Floor (Yesterday's)

"You just said... that coffin is... red!"

Zhao Ke took a deep breath, and when he heard these words, his scalp felt numb, and he wished his hair would stand on end.

"Yeah, I've never seen a big red coffin with broken locks hanging around it. Tell me, how could it be so wicked? It's really... Hey, Xiao Li, are you okay? Your whole body is shaking?"

Zhao Ke was not wearing a human skin mask at this time, so the old lady recognized Zhao Ke.

Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhao Ke's face was pale, and his legs were trembling uncontrollably standing there.

"No! It's fine!"

Zhao Ke dodged the old lady's outstretched hand to support him, and put out a smile uglier than crying, indicating that there was nothing wrong.

When Zhao Ke said this, he pinched his thigh fiercely with one hand, trying to hide his inner fear as much as possible.