Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Gui Ji's weird expression, Da Chong couldn't wait to see what it was.

"Look for yourselves!" Gui Ji showed part of the stamp album.

Everyone looked at it, and after seeing what the gray snowflakes were, there were all kinds of expressions on each face.

Stamp: High Pressure Stone Crystal Powder

Lime crystals pressed at a particularly high temperature.

Uses: It has a wide range of functions and needs no explanation.

(Note: Who knows, what kind of treatment have these ordinary stones been subjected to to be squeezed to such an extent?)

"lime?"

Da Chong couldn't believe his eyes, and even wondered if Gui Ji had made a mistake. How could it be Lime?

In fact, Gui Ji was so surprised that the thing that made everyone's life worse than death was actually this kind of humble lime.

Perhaps Qi Liang didn't feel much, because he was always in the room.

But Zhao Ke and the others knew very well that it couldn't be Lime's fault, and there must be other reasons.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke suddenly took out an ancient book from the stamp album and began to flip through it.

This ancient book is the book that I searched in the old Taoist school in the horror space last time, and it contains the records of several generations of the old Taoist family.

Perhaps it felt a bit cramped, but Zhao Ke remembered that Taoist priests would occasionally use things like lime, and he had seen it in an article.

At this time, the atmosphere in the room gradually became cold.

When none of the four people could figure it out, no one dared to go out rashly.

"Help!"

I don't know how long it took before I heard a loud cry for help from outside.

Zhao Ke four followed the direction of the sound and looked out. At this time, the stone crystal powder that had fallen outside had settled, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of gray dust.

Not far away, I saw a person running wildly, and at the same time, the shadow of the defense system stamp constantly flashed on his body.

"It's a ghost!"

Seeing the ghost tiger grinding his teeth in hatred, if it wasn't for him, how could he be in such a mess.

Since this guy escaped last time, he has disappeared without a trace.

Unexpectedly, at this time, he jumped out.

"Strange, why does this guy run like a mad dog?"

The ghost's defensive ability is one of the best among all the postmen, and it has the ability to be invisible, even if the assault ability is not strong.

When it comes to the ability to escape, Zhao Ke is the first, and he is the second.

But now, the ghost is running like a mad dog. I don't know what kind of stimulation it received, and it keeps consuming its postage points, and it escapes so embarrassingly.

The four looked back, and there was nothing behind the ghost.

This made them feel even more strange.

At this time, the ghost seemed to be aware of the gazes of the four people, staring straight at them, a face flickering, and raising its fingers to light them up.

"You...you..."

I saw the ghost's mouth move again, but I don't know if it was too far away or his voice was too low.

Even Zhao Ke, who had excellent hearing, couldn't hear what he shouted clearly.

"what did he say??"

The tiger scratched his hair for some unknown reason, maybe because he hadn't bathed recently, the tiger always felt that his head was very itchy, and the more he scratched, the more itchy.

Gui Ji looked carefully, wanting to see the shape of the ghost's mouth clearly, she shook her head and said, "I don't know, it's too far away, so I can't see the shape of his mouth clearly."

Seeing the ghost running farther and farther away, and gradually disappearing from the sight of the four of them, the four of them discussed that it was meaningless to stay here.

Now those white stone crystals outside are no longer falling down, so why not go out and have a look first, go to the manor, and look for relevant clues.

I believe that there must be clues to the origin of this factory in the manor.

"I have clothes here, as long as the dust doesn't touch the skin, there shouldn't be any major problems."

Qi Liang took out the clothes he usually prepared from his postal album, including large down jackets for winter and long-sleeved trousers for autumn.

Qi Liang would more or less prepare some of these things to prevent bad weather after entering the horror space.

Zhao Ke was not too polite, because his stamp album was basically full, and there was no extra space for Zhao Ke to put clothes in it.

Besides, there is no need for that. Modern clothes, in the horror space, are nondescript, not to mention that they will reveal their identity.

More importantly, this kind of thing may not come in handy.

In terms of Zhao Ke's current physical fitness, unless he encounters the kind of extreme weather that has never happened in a century, the heat and cold will generally have no effect on him.

The same is true for Gui Ji, who wears a down jacket on the mountain. Her stamp album is full of sexy skirts and high heels, which are useless to wear, and she can't wear these clothes now.

As for the feet, the four of them cut off all the extra clothes, and wrapped the feet with three layers inside and three layers outside.

"How about them?"

Da Chong scratched his hair with his hands, looked back at the two sleeping children from time to time, and asked Qi Liang.

"It's safe here for the time being, let them stay here first, and then take them out of this ghostly place after we finish the main story line."

Qi Liang left some food for them, and the four quietly left the room without waking them up.

When the feet stepped on the ground, there was a creaking sound, giving people the feeling that they were stepping on the sand, and each foot was a footprint.

After Zhao Ke stepped on it, he found that he was not affected, and thought, "It should be the passive effect of the wrath of nature."

This made Zhao Ke feel more at ease.

"Hey! Are they awake?"

The four of them didn't go far, and when they looked back, they saw the two little girls lying on the window, waving to them.