Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

The piercing sound made Zhao Ke frowned, and he casually grabbed a handful of prepared worms and stuffed them into Wu Ya's mouth.

"Stop calling!"

Zhao Ke rubbed his ears and was almost deaf by Wu Ya.

"Uh-huh……"

Wu Ya was stuffed into Zhao Ke's mouth, and he began to chew in his mouth. While chewing, he said in his heart: "I was forced, yes, he stuffed it in my mouth on purpose."

The golden golden worms are crunchy in the mouth.

The outside is crispy and refreshing, but the inside is white and tender. After being marinated and stir-fried at high temperature, the glutinous and soft fragrance rolled up a storm of taste buds on the tip of Wu Ya's tongue.

The more you eat, the more delicious it is. This kind of meat is comparable to graded veal steak, fat but not greasy, tight and chewy.

The delicious taste made Wu Ya feel a little careless about etiquette, so he couldn't help asking Zhao Ke: "What is this box?"

Wu Ya was full of curiosity about the box in front of him. Why would a demon like Zhao Ke be so polite to him? Does he have any special abilities?

Thinking of Zhao Ke delivering the plate to the box, Wu Ya couldn't help but feel a little sorry. The unique food in his mouth had deeply conquered the arrogance of this vampire.

After eating the delicacy in his mouth, Wu Ya will savor the taste carefully, so as to show his outstanding temperament.

"Well, this taste is like Siberian omul and a little Australian-style grilled steak. If you can add a little rosemary, the taste will be more perfect, just like..."

However, what Zhao Ke said made Wu Ya almost choke to death in an instant.

Only Zhao Ke said coldly: "This is my pet, its name is...Xiaobai."

Hearing this sentence, Wu Ya was taken aback. What kind of Siberian omul, what kind of Australian-style small grilled steak, go to hell, and he actually ate a pet's food?

Xiaobai's name was naturally chosen by Zhao Ke at will, and he didn't intend to explain too much to Wu Ya.

But the problem is, out of the ten white dogs, at least eight of them are named Xiaobai. This name is too substituting, so strong that it makes Wu Ya feel as if he has eaten a bite, real dog food.

For a moment, Wu Ya's face flickered, bright red.

Taking advantage of talking to Wu Ya, Zhao Ke poured the prepared golden worms in the basin directly into the mouth of the butcher's box.

This time, of course, there is no need to put on a plate. After adding ingredients, Zhao Ke casually sprinkled some salt and poured it all in.

At the same time, use the source hand from time to time, continue to grasp, and throw it into the oil pan when it comes in.

In just a short while, two or three pots of golden worms were eaten up by the butcher's box. Zhao Ke continued to catch them, and when he looked back, he realized that the worms were gone? ?

Seeing this, Zhao Ke opened the door, and saw a dry corpse standing there blankly.

His skinny body seemed to have been hollowed out.

Especially the dull eyes, after staring at the butcher's box that Zhao Ke was eating even the basin, he seemed to finally understand something, and he was about to run away with a strange cry.

"Whoosh!"

At this time, a flying knife was seen flying past the walking corpse's head, hit the wall, and turned back to Hui Zhao Ke's hand.

As soon as he squeezed the flying knife in his hand, Zhao Ke hooked his finger, and saw a nearly invisible silver thread tense instantly, with a sound of "Boom!", the walking corpse could not run far, and the head on the head suddenly fell fell to the ground.

"hungry!"

Seeing Zhao Ke coming back, Butcher Zhihe became excited for a moment, licking his face and leaning forward, flattering Zhao Ke.

For this butcher's box that has never existed until today, I don't know what it is.

Zhao Ke could only put on a bitter face, comforted him again and again, and then took him back.

"I can't tell, you treat your pet pretty well, is it because you are very capable?"

Wu Ya tried to find out about the silver box.

As a result, Zhao Ke didn't speak, took a deep breath, looked at the mess in front of him, and clutched his chest, he swore that letting the butcher's box eat leftovers was definitely one of the biggest mistakes in his life.

Seeing that Zhao Ke didn't speak, Wu Ya couldn't help thinking deeply.

He used to think that Zhao Ke was a master of the assault department, because the knife in his hand was definitely not ordinary.

But now, Wu Ya has some doubts, whether this Zhao Ke is a rare summoning system.

"what!"

In the depths of the basement, the thin black shadow seemed to have sensed something, and screamed angrily, the Gu he cultivated was eaten up.

Three years of painstaking efforts are all gone.

"This guy must die! I want to cut him up with my own hands! It's like cutting up that bitch."

The black shadow turned his head and said to the old guy who was always sitting cross-legged behind him.

However, the other party did not respond to him. It seemed that he had met his failure long ago, but he was very curious about Zhao Ke.

He stared at the glass bead in his hand, and looked at Zhao Ke and Wu Ya through the light reflected from it.

"I'm a bit hungry after watching it, are you from Cantonese??"

"Cantonese?? What do you mean??" Soi Ying asked.

"Hehe, it's nothing, it's just that I'm from Fujian." The other party laughed at himself, which made Heiying a little puzzled.

At this time, Hei Ying seemed to have thought of something, and asked suspiciously, "By the way, you ordered the red coffin outside the community?"

"no!"

"That's strange? I think that coffin is a bit evil. You should sit down and prepare. I'm still a little short of blood. I have to finish it tonight. I don't want to make any trouble!" Heiying looked at the time and couldn't help feeling a little anxious up.

"Lead them here, I have already arranged it!"

The face hidden in the darkness gradually became clear, and he ignored the reminder sound behind him, but fixed his eyes on Zhao Ke, and said to himself: "Could it be you!"

……

Outside the community

"Everyone is dead. What do you mean by sending the coffin? If you want to send it, send it to the funeral home. What are you sending it here?"

"That's right, it's already 11 o'clock in the morning. It's so late. It's still a big red coffin. What should I do if it's haunted?"

It was so late outside the gate of the community, but there were still crowds of people, and the minivan that printed this, headwind express was completely surrounded, mainly because the bright red coffin on the truck was too eye-catching.

It’s fine if it’s normal, but right now four people died at once on the 11th floor. At this time, a big red coffin was sent over, and the funeral was painted red. Isn’t this intentional?