Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

In the blood-stained house in front of him, a woman's head was suspended in the air.

Neck down, the only thing left is a bloody spine.

Her angelic kindness was gone in those empty eyes, empty, lifeless, staring at herself standing in front of the door.

No matter how many times you tell her, in this world of the jungle, there is no need for an angel like her.

But really when she falls in front of you, it's like an invisible hand holding your heart tightly.

"Crack..."

In the flames in front of him, there was a sound of shattering, and the surrounding flames and corpses began to gradually blur.

"Listen carefully... can you hear them drinking porridge, louder than before?"

stinging stinging...

In the huge hall, the sound of those children scrambling to eat the porridge in the pot became louder and louder.

The sound of maddening anger roared in the entire hall, but was immediately trampled underfoot by a group of demons who surrounded him mercilessly.

"My pain, have you experienced it!"

"what!"

An ear-piercing scream woke up Zhao Ke from his memory, a black shadow jumped up from above Zhao Ke's head, turned around and let out a miserable scream, not because he wanted to run, but because he couldn't stand what he saw , scratching his own head frantically.

The pain that even evil spirits can't bear, that is Zhao Ke's inner world.

Zhao Ke stared at the little ghost in front of him, twisted his neck, looked up and looked around, only to realize that they didn't enter the factory at all, but stood in front of the villa.

Also standing in front of the villa was not only himself, but Qi Liang and the other three, as well as the ghost.

On each person's head lay a skinny, monkey-like baby who was constantly sticking out its slender tongue and exploring the depths along their mouths and noses.

Chapter 362 Returning to the Factory

After Zhao Ke woke up, the kid who jumped off his body in front of him curled up into a ball and stared at Zhao Ke with fearful eyes.

Yes, he was in pain, the pain of feeling his body turning into charcoal, every time he thought about it, it would make him resentful.

Just to experience Zhao Ke's memory, the thing that is more frightening than death is actually a bowl of shredded pork porridge.

Recalling the picture in my memory, the meat porridge that was forcefully poured down, including anger, sadness, irritability, despair, hatred, disgust and other negative emotions, exploded in my mind, completely refreshing its perception of pain. understand.

Zhao Ke ignored the brat and looked at Qi Liang and the others beside him.

On everyone's head, there is a skinny doll, with both hands and feet, tightly holding their heads, covering their eyes with their hands, and covering their ears with their feet, and slender tongues are drilled into their mouths , and then stick out from the nostrils.

That's how the lingering stench came from.

There was a ferocious look on everyone's face, and the expression was constantly struggling, very painful, and they were experiencing the torture that these little ghosts experienced before they were alive!

And these little ghosts are closing their eyes at this time, greedily sucking the good memories of the host below them, and their intoxicated expressions are no different from those addicts in the opium hall.

Even for those around him, Zhao Ke's waking up turned a deaf ear.

"Pooh!"

Immediately, Zhao Ke frowned, thinking that the lingering stench before was caused by this, his stomach couldn't help churning, and he spat out a mouthful of foam.

Zhao Ke didn't care about Qi Liang and the others, and walked up to the little ghost who was curled up in the corner. Soul Eater was activated, a mouth opened in the palm of his hand, and his fat tongue was licking the little ghost's head "piercingly".

"In your memory, who is that last man's face?"

The thick tongue slapped the kid's bald forehead. Compared with the stench on this guy's body, what Zhao Ke wanted to know was why Master Li's face appeared in this kid's memory.

Faced with Zhao Ke's question, the kid kept scratching the ground with his hands, but he still couldn't express what he wanted

"Can't speak?"

Seeing that the little ghost couldn't express clearly, Zhao Ke simply didn't waste time with him here, only to see the thick tongue wrapped around the little ghost's neck like a python, sucking it into his mouth in one gulp.

"Crack, crack... Bah!"

Accompanied by the sound of chewing, a dark life ball appeared in Zhao Ke's hand.

Putting the bead away, Zhao Ke looked at Qi Liang and the others who were still obsessed with memory, waved his camera hand and slapped these little ghosts on the ground.

Without these brats, it didn't take long for Qi Liang and the others to gradually regain consciousness.

"oops!"

Gui Ji didn't know what she saw, she threw her hands forward suddenly, and after a vacant throw, she suddenly woke up.

"?? What's going on? Am I dead?"

Looking at the empty hands, Gui Ji couldn't help but wonder.

"vomit……"

At this time, several other people also struggled to wake up from their memories one after another, and their expressions suddenly became weird.

Especially in the mouth, it has an astringent taste, which makes them sick.

"Bah, this...what the fuck does it taste like!" Da Chong grimaced, feeling as if his mouth had just passed through a hundred big men, it was wooden and coquettish, and his tongue was almost not his own.

"Rinse your mouths out."

Zhao Ke took out water from the stamp album and handed it over, pointing to the corpse of the kid on the ground at the same time, explaining to them.

The taste in his mouth has been cleaned with the source hand.

But after Qi Liang and the others woke up, Zhao Keke could no longer use the source hand.

As for whether the water can wash away the smell of corpses, Zhao Ke doesn't know.

After learning the true thoughts of the matter from Zhao Ke, including Qi Liang, the complexions of several people flickered for a while, and even a rough Gui Ji couldn't stand it, lying on the ground and retching.

"It turned out to be a memory. No wonder the passive attribute of my postal album has not been activated." Qi Liang rinsed his mouth, and there was some understanding in his heart.

After the ghost woke up, he sat down on the ground, took out water from the postal album, and kept rinsing his mouth, trying to get rid of the stench in his mouth.

After hearing Zhao Ke's explanation, he nodded and said: "I saw something behind you from a distance. I wanted to remind you, but you couldn't hear it after shouting for a long time."

"What were you running for?"

Zhao Ke was also very strange. At that time, the ghost ran for his life in a panic and kept activating the stamp's ability, but they didn't see anything chasing him?