Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Even mid-level postmen, they dare not easily use their stamp ability in the crowd, and they can't even cause a huge panic.

Otherwise, once exposed, they will face strong punishment from the stamp book.

But it's one thing not to cause panic, it's another thing not to fight back.

With a thought, Zhao Ke hid in a dark corner of the kitchen, slapped the spider the size of his palm, slowly opened his chest, and spit out a lighter from his abdomen.

"boom!"

Two violent bangs suddenly exploded in the small building where Ke Zhao was.

The surrounding villagers were startled, and when they looked back, they immediately saw a puff of smoke coming out of the house where Ke Zhao lived, and the flames quickly began to cover the entire building.

"on fire!"

Such a big explosion made pedestrians on the street stop.

Then the streets couldn't help being chaotic. Some people called the police, and some quickly began to stop the firefighting.

"asshole!"

Two people in the fire came out of the fire with dark faces.

One thin and one fat.

The fat one seemed to be a fight with gluttony. He moved across the door and almost blocked the door tightly.

Maybe it's because of the fatness, that face is full of fat, festive and honest, making it impossible to guess the exact age.

A pair of small eyes, on that wide and fat face, are like a big cake with two sesame seeds stuck on it, which is as funny as it is.

In comparison, the dark, thin and tall middle-aged man beside him had a particularly slender figure.

With dark skin, a tall nose bridge, a pair of triangular eyes, and Turkic temples, he does not seem to be Han Chinese, but a bit like a mixed race.

Those triangular eyes shot left and right, and in the black pupils, there was a breath-taking ruthlessness.

Surprisingly, for them, the explosion only damaged their clothes.

This level of explosion meant nothing to them, but when they came out and saw their beloved car, the glass of the car was smashed, and the face of the black man on the left was immediately covered with a layer of frost.

"It must not have gone far, he must be nearby, chase after!"

After Heizi finished speaking, he was about to chase after him, but his companion grabbed his arm.

Looking back, I saw the fat on that simple and honest face shaking back and forth like a rattle as he shook his head: "No, he can't run away. Now that the villagers are here, the police will be there soon, let's leave first. "

But when Heizi heard this, he felt even more annoyed.

Looking at his beloved car again, he gritted his teeth and shook off his companion's arm, saying, "I'll chase it myself, damn it, I haven't suffered from a low-level postman yet."

"Fourth!"

Fatty wanted to dissuade him, but Heizi's figure quickly jumped forward, turned into a black dog, and got into the grass in a blink of an eye, and he couldn't even see the shadow in a blink of an eye.

"Hey! The boss knows, and he's going to scold you again."

Fatty's small sesame-sized eyes stared at the direction where Heizi disappeared, with a troubled expression on his face, but soon after, he saw Fatty's small eyes circling back and forth.

It seemed that he was sure that the fourth child had gone far away, so he took out his hand from behind his back calmly, opened his broad fingers, and a light brown light ball about the size of an apple was pinched in the palm of the fat man's hand.

"Light brown! It seems that your recent luck is not very good. You are unlucky."

After the fat man finished speaking, he opened his mouth to swallow the luck he had drawn from Heizi's body, turned around and jumped over the wall, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. His nimble and vigorous movements did not look like a fat man who looked at least 300 catties at all.

"Hey, it's almost New Year's Eve, why did this happen?"

The old lady at the newsstand couldn't help feeling sorry for the black smoke rising in the distance.

Zhao Ke didn't speak, picked up the public phone, and dialed the phone number he had agreed with Lei Ke earlier.

The phone number is very long and does not seem to be domestic. This number belongs to a foreign telephone service organization.

It belongs to a very old telephone organization, and the reason why it is still in operation is precisely because some information that people don't want to be tracked is relayed here.

"Hello, relay box, what can I do for you?"

After Zhao Ke finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

If Lei Ke sees the message, he will immediately hide and use the phone number hidden in the message to contact himself in a safe place.

"Go to the south of the city."

After stopping a taxi, Zhao Ke went straight to the southern outskirts of the city on the other side of the village. There is a key planning wetland protection area in the city. The area is not large, but it is connected to a small forest.

His current situation is not optimistic, Zhao Ke must first find a suitable place to hide.

"It's so late, go to the south of the city?"

The driver looked hesitant, as if he didn't really want to go to the south of the city, it was too remote, and he might not be able to attract people when he came back.

But before he could open his mouth, Zhao Ke's eyes flashed a glint of light. The ghost spell is useless for postmen, but it works well for ordinary people.

The driver looked stunned, nodded numbly, stepped on the accelerator, turned around and drove towards the south of the city quickly.

Watching the car drive out of the village, Zhao Ke was cautiously relieved, lying lazily on the car seat, unconsciously switching his personality to lazy.

While the body was sluggish, the brain began to spin rapidly.

"too fast!"

From leaving the ghost city to being attacked, the time interval was only about two hours.

In such a short period of time, he found himself, and even found out where he lived in reality.

It seems that, apart from the fortune-telling postman secretly making trouble inside, the first thing Zhao Ke thought of was Zhang Haigen.

With the ability of the old crow, it is possible to run away from the middle-level postman, but Zhang Haigen may not.

Of course, there is another possibility, that is, after the two guys sensed that the wind direction was wrong, they immediately took the initiative to sell themselves, in exchange for postage points, and at the same time cleared their suspicions.

In fact, what happened was no different from what Zhao Ke thought.

Moreover, this suggestion was put forward by Zhang Haigen, and the two of them were granted special permission to visit the auction in the Red Smoke Pavilion.

After realizing that the wind direction was wrong, the first thing that came to mind was to save his life.

If it really falls into the hands of those middle-level postmen who are like wolves and tigers, even if they have nothing to do, they will die.