Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Without any accident, Zhao Ke's sword energy was as thin as a layer of paper in the face of a decisive blow, with crisp cracks, and it was completely shattered with a "bang!"

"Die!"

In Yang Laohei's eyes, there was no joy, anger, or excitement. He felt as if he was going to crush an ant to death, and his sharp claws stabbed straight at Zhao Ke's heart.

Seeing that his finger was getting closer and closer to Zhao Ke, Yang Laohei's pupils tightened suddenly, and he suddenly turned his head to look to the side, and saw a bullet appear in his sight.

The red bullet, with a blazing flame, suddenly exploded in front of Zhao Ke and Yang Laohei.

"boom!"

At the same time as the flames exploded, a burst of gunfire followed closely behind from the side.

The flame bomb exploded between the two.

Yang Laohei was naturally not afraid of this level of flames, but Zhao Ke fell down quickly through the explosion.

The body kept rolling on the ground, and after breaking an unknown number of small trees, one suddenly grabbed onto a big tree and stopped his body.

After taking a long breath, he stood up from the ground. His legs were trembling constantly. It was not because of fear, but because his muscles were not strong enough for Zhao Ke to support his body steadily.

His body smelled of burnt, green smoke was emitting from his body, blood dripped to the ground, and he was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

On the left shoulder, the left hand hangs down weakly, and the wound on the shoulder is still radiating a biting cold.

At this time, anyone who is not blind can tell that Zhao Ke has reached his limit.

Yang Laohei made a somersault in the air and landed firmly on the ground.

Looking back at the grass, he saw Zhao Ke's avatar popping out of the grass, and quickly raised his musket.

But the muzzle of the musket was not Yang Laohei, but Zhao Ke.

"Wait! What are you going to do?"

Seeing this, Yang Laohei's one-eyed pupil shrank, and a bad premonition welled up in his heart.

Zhao Ke raised his head and looked at the sky above his head, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. That kind of smile was relief.

"boom!"

At the same time, the avatar pressed the trigger with his finger, and a string of tongues of flame erupted from the musket, and a bullet pierced through Zhao Ke's chest.

"asshole!"

At the moment of shooting, Yang Laohei took a deep breath, and threw his body forward, bursting out at an unprecedented speed. He knew that Zhao Ke couldn't be allowed to die like this.

Once Zhao Ke died like this, it also meant that the person who killed Zhao Ke was not Yang Laohei.

Then, he couldn't extract the dream gem from Zhao Ke's stamp album!

Then he has paid so much, all of which will be in vain, and what is even more frightening is that once someone knows the path of the dream gem, it will disappear completely because of himself.

Yang Laohei didn't dare to think about what kind of people he would offend because of this.

But he is very clear that those who can come up with terrifying numbers of postage points and amazing rewards, if these people want to pinch themselves to death, it is the same as killing Zhao Ke by themselves, it is as simple as a single thought.

In an instant, Yang Laohei's speed reached a limit state, as if time slowed down under his speed for an instant.

"Boom!"

There was a thunder in the sky, illuminating the dark earth.

"Push!"

The sharp claws pierced into Zhao Ke's chest and pierced through from behind.

Feeling the hot blood in Zhao Ke's chest and the weak beating of his heart, Yang Laohei's face revealed an expression of ecstasy.

That blood-red one-eyed angrily glared at Zhao Ke's scorched face, and roared, "I'm the one who killed you!!"

Accompanied by Yang Laohei's deafening roar, Zhao Keqiang supported a heavy eyelid, opened his left eye, and tightly grasped Yang Laohei's arm with his right hand.

In the black and white eyes, a strong desire to survive continued to burn, and it became stronger and stronger, as if what was caught was not Yang Laohei's hand, but his own life-saving straw.

Zhao Ke opened his mouth and took deep breaths continuously.

In my mind, I thought of the words that the boss of the five ghosts said to himself before parting last time: "Live well! Take more deep breaths."

"you!"

Seeing this, Yang Laohei's face was shocked, and suddenly he seemed to realize something, squinting and looking back.

In the torrential rain, drops of water suddenly solidified in mid-air, and condensed into a large drop of water before dripping heavily.

Yang Laohei tried his best to focus his eyes, and he could barely see the densely packed strands like hair.

One, two, three...

Seeing this, Yang Laohei looked down at the hand inserted into Zhao Ke's chest, and pulled it out forcefully, trying to pull the hand out of Zhao Ke's chest.

I just pulled it hard, and with a sound of "click!", my arm was actually breaking apart neatly.

Yang Laohei could even see that on the neat incision of the severed arm, the bone marrow was still stuck together and pulled apart like silk.

"when!"

Yang Laohei stared blankly at his severed hand. After a while, he raised his head and asked Zhao Ke.

While speaking, Yang Laohei's mouth began to tilt quickly, and his whole face was like a misplaced jigsaw puzzle, with the nose, eyes, and blood gushing out, beginning to slip out of place.

"Crack!"

Zhao Ke looked at the pool of rotten meat on the ground, but he didn't answer his question. The only thought in his mind was to take a deep breath.

Accompanied by Yang Laohei's death.

A black stamp album levitates from his body.

Different from Zhao Ke's stamp album, Yang Laohei's stamp album looks more simple, black leather, I don't know what kind of material it is, and it reflects a strange light in the dark night.

On the edge of the silver, some spells that Zhao Ke couldn't understand were engraved.

Zhao Ke didn't look at what was in Yang Laohei's postal album, and quickly made the choice he needed most, inheriting the postal points.

With the disappearance of the stamp album in front of him, Zhao Ke got a reminder from his own stamp album.

[You have inherited the postal points left by postman Yang Laohei, a total of 247 postal points, and the postal points have been included in your postal album. 】