Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

In an instant, the boss's face turned black.

Cooks hate kitchen knives? ?

Looking at the kitchen knife thrown away by Ke Zhao, the boss suddenly realized, why, no one is looking for this knife for cooking!

"Close the door and go buy a kitchen knife tomorrow!"

After confirming that all the kitchen knives were ruined by Zhao Ke, the boss had no choice but to close the business.

"You can live here, everything is cleaned up."

Lead Zhao Ke into a room.

It was the room of Li Dazui, the former cook. There was a bed, a table, and two chairs. It looked quite satisfactory.

It used to be a room for two people, but now after Zhao Ke came.

Those guys can only squeeze into one room.

The resentment towards Zhao Ke was unintentional, adding another point.

"By the way, you can put this on."

The boss handed Zhao Ke a brand new dress. It was Zhao Ke's clothes. It was really too old.

In the future, it is normal to expect Zhao Ke to look after the house to make a fortune and to wear something nice.

"it is good!"

Zhao Ke nodded, but casually threw the new clothes on the bed.

Seeing this, the boss didn't say much.

But when he walked to the door, he always felt a burst of coldness behind him, as if someone was glaring at him.

Looking back, he saw Zhao Ke bent over to make the bed.

Scratching his head, he looked back again.

I saw Zhao Ke turned around and said, "Is there something wrong?"

"No...it's fine."

This feeling of being peeped did not completely disappear until the boss walked out.

Zhao Ke waited for the boss to leave.

But didn't go to bed.

Instead, he silently called out the Butcher's Box.

"hungry!"

"Hey, I've prepared it for you, but you need to help me with the work first, I need something..."

After Zhao Ke said this, he started to get busy.

At this time the other side.

Outside the cell, a group of guards dozed off.

A cold wind blows over.

The wind blew on his face, feeling like a knife, and he subconsciously closed his eyes.

Only when the eyes are open.

But he was taken aback suddenly.

I feel that my field of vision has become much lower, and I haven't waited for them to understand what happened.

The pupils suddenly tightened.

I saw my companion actually holding his head in his hand.

It was bloody first, and his eyes were also fixed on himself.

The two opened their mouths, wanting to scream.

But when he opened his mouth, he realized that he was speechless.

At this time, the two seemed to realize something.

It was just the luster in the eyes, which quickly faded away.

"Crack!"

With the twisting sound of the bones in the neck.

I saw that the necks of the two guards turned into the heads of two other people.

"Hey, Flying Head Down really deserves its reputation."

The one on the left neck is obviously not Asian, with a tall nose bridge and deep eye sockets.

With dark blue pupils, he looks more like a European.

Grinning, revealing his sharp fangs.

His pale skin looked incongruous with his fat body at this moment.

The vampire shook his arm, as if he was still feeling uncomfortable with his new body.

"It can last for three hours, but it's a pity that their bones are almost hollowed out, otherwise the effect would be better."

The one on the right speaking is a yellow-haired Asian.

With a thin face, it looks more like a weasel.

Lift up the head on the hand.

Put it in front of you, staring at the horrified expression on the head.

It seems to be very useful, the expression of the other party.

He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, poking it in along the mouth of the skull.

Just listen to the piercing tongue licking sound.