Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Some old men and women resolutely blocked the gate and did not allow cars to enter.

But seeing the courier in the car who was in charge of delivering the goods, he couldn't help scratching his head, feeling a little dizzy.

They deliver against the wind, and they always deliver the goods to the door. If the owner of the goods does not sign, they cannot leave.

But now the owner of the goods seems to be dead, but what is written on their courier note is not the name of the deceased's family, but a guy named Wang Gouzi.

Now they are also starting to have trouble.

At this moment, seeing that the car hadn't left, an old lady picked up a stone and threw it at the red coffin.

"If you smash it, you can't let it enter the community!"

"That's right! If you smash it, you'll pay him a coffin."

As soon as someone suggested it, it immediately resonated with the rest of the people. Losing money?Just kidding, even if they pay, will anyone accept it?

Besides, so many people have participated, even if compensation is required, everyone will sue.

Someone took the lead, and naturally there was no shortage of followers. A middle-aged man jumped onto the truck board with an iron rod in his hand, aiming at the time when the coffin was about to be knocked onto it.

But at this moment, the coffin actually moved!

Chapter 271 Differentiation

The dark corner, you can't see your fingers.

Suddenly a head poked out from behind the door, something was smeared on the pale face, the white was a bit piercing, a pair of sneaky eyeballs, looking around.

"Old Daoist, are you sure this thing is useful??"

Zhang Haigen turned around and asked, and saw four people behind him, all dressed in snow-white, covered with a thick layer of white powder.

The questioning eyes were not only Zhang Haigen, but the other three also held a skeptical attitude towards the old Taoist. Although the old Taoist swore and patted his chest to reassure, after all, the previous ghost painting talisman has proved how moist this Taoist priest is. .

The old man puffed up his chest and said, "Don't worry, that talisman was indeed an accident, but the glutinous rice flour is annotated in ancient books. Besides, you don't believe in ancient books. Haven't you seen the movie? The glutinous rice zombie always knows."

Hearing what the old Taoist said seemed quite reasonable, although Zhang Haigen and the others thought it was feasible, they also felt a little unreliable.

But at this time, even if they thought it was unreliable, everyone still smeared glutinous rice flour on their bodies strictly, not letting go of any dead spots.

Even if it's just for comfort.

"Since we can't be seen, let's go back and see if we can find the elevator. If we find it, we might be able to get out." The student suggested.

"I agree!"

The other young man and woman nodded heavily. They really didn't want to continue walking forward. Who knew what they would encounter if they continued walking forward.

If they can find an elevator, maybe they still have hope of going back.

Zhang Haigen raised his brows and did not speak, but looked at the old man. The old man thought for a while, and felt that this was also a solution.

So the five of them tiptoed out of the room, turned around and groped their way back.

On the other side, Zhao Ke led Wu Ya to a corner, and the eyes of the two swept left and right, which were different from those of Zhang Haigen and the others.

Zhao Ke is looking forward to encountering another insect corpse, and collects a lot of insects, which are high in protein and crispy. The most important thing is that the production method is simple, and it can plug the mouth of the butcher's box in one go.

If this is changed in reality, if I want to get so many bugs, I am afraid that I will have to go to Guangdong.

But Wu Ya is eager to see other living people so that he can suck their blood.

After all, it doesn't feel good to be cut into a human stick, not to mention that now he is wrapped in a flesh-colored leather bag, leaving only one head outside, such a posture is really detrimental to his image.

"So, you worked with Wang Peng and the others before, but they broke up again?"

The two chatted as they walked. Although Wu Ya liked to put on airs, it actually felt pretty good when they chatted.

"In the beginning, I just wanted to share information, but it turned out that their team strength is too weak. They can still fish in troubled waters when dealing with some simple background tasks. In this small background, they completely limit their performance."

When it comes to Wang Peng and others, Wu Ya obviously doesn't think so.

There are many teams in the horror space, at least among the low-level postmen, the role of the team is still very obvious, and it has a strong survival rate.

But it is precisely because of the team that it limits their development.

In missions with relatively large backgrounds, although they relied on the cooperation of the team, they were able to kill relatively powerful creatures and obtain enough postage points and stamps.

It's just divided equally, not much in my hands, and I need to deduct some, and put it in the team's public stamp album page as team development funds.

Once encountering more demanded stamps in the ghost market, the postal points that such a low-level team can produce are not many, and often more than 50 postal points will be exhausted.

Even if the auction is completed, there is only one stamp, and the team is full of five people, and it will definitely be given to those who need it most. Then how will the other four develop?

Therefore, according to Wu Ya, the behavior of low-level postmen forming a group belongs to the big pot meal group in the 50s, where everyone has enough to eat, and everyone can't eat enough.

"So for those with poor abilities, this is a way of life and a way of death, so I don't want to continue to cooperate with them."

Wu Ya can be regarded as an old fritter in the horror space, and his analysis of pros and cons, as well as his understanding of the horror space, is far superior to Zhao Ke.

This is also one of the reasons why Zhao Ke chose to keep Wu Ya.

"According to you, is it a mistake to form a group?"

Zhao Ke asked inadvertently, but for him, forming a group is a bit extravagant. He can't trust others, so a temporary cooperation is fine.

But Zhao Ke feels that there are very few people who can be his companions, because he doesn't want to give up the benefits he has obtained to others, even if he is his teammate.

"At least for junior postmen, grouping together is slow suicide. Unless you can guarantee that where your finger is pointing, your teammates will fight for you and attack you, then I have nothing to say."

After Wu Ya finished speaking, she glanced at Zhao Ke, and both shook their heads and smiled at the same time.

This kind of teammate, in the horror space, is simply an extravagant hope. Maybe it's a bit self-defeating, but at least Zhao Ke can't do it.

For Zhao Ke, it is a kind of favor for Zhao Ke not to stab others twice.

In the same way, Wu Ya is also this kind of person. If he hadn't submitted the surrender order now and reached a cooperation with Zhao Ke, he would have been impatient to bite Zhao Ke's neck first, and then talk about it after a full drink.

At this time, Zhao Ke stopped suddenly, and there was a dead end in front of him.

What surprised Zhao Ke was that although it was a dead end, there was another mirror on the wall in front of him.

"Look, there seems to be a figure on the mirror??"

Wu Ya looked at the mirror, neither of them was in front of the mirror, but the mirror clearly reflected the figure of the person.

After Zhao Ke walked over, he took a closer look, and his expression suddenly became strange.