Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Steam was boiling in the big iron pot, and the sauce-red brine inside was constantly tumbling.

From time to time, you can see large pieces of meat, which are boiled and rotten inside, and the aroma is tangy, which makes people greedy.

"Hey, there are also hair vegetables!"

At this time, Smoking Gun suddenly saw a black mass in the pot, which looked a bit like the nostocs we ate today.

Recalling the taste of today's dish, Smoking Gun felt his stomach rumbling.

Looking around, I saw a big wooden tong beside me, and my heart moved: "Take a bite, it should be fine."

Thinking of this, the Smoking Gun thief slipped the wooden clip in his hand, and put the clip on the lump of lettuce in the pot.

"Ouch! It's quite heavy."

I lifted it lightly but didn't lift it up, and found that the hair dish seemed a bit heavy, so I immediately lifted it hard.

A human head was lifted out of the brine by a smoking gun.

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The head floated up, and the meat on the face had been stewed and rotten.

It seemed that with just a slight shake, the flesh on the face would fall off.

"hiss……"

A gust of cold air came in along the throat, making the veins on the forehead of the big smoker twitch wildly. At this moment, the eyeballs with foamy hair on the human head were seen rolling around in the eye sockets, and the mouth was opened, and the cheeks could be seen. The fleshy skin was torn open.

"Is it delicious!"

"what!!"

Even though it was a big smoking gun, seeing this scene, I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart, the hairs all over my body couldn't help but stand up, let out a scream, threw the head out, and wanted to run.

But at this time, the big smoking gun realized that he couldn't move.

I saw that at some point in the air, a wisp of red smoke filled the air and floated in front of the big smoking gun.

When Smoking Gun came back to his senses, he realized that he was actually lying in a large iron pot.

The brine in front of him was bubbling.

"No! Illusion? I want to go back, go back, go back!"

No matter how much the smoker struggled, he even wanted to return to reality, but at this time, he couldn't move at all.

Look down.

His body beside him rolled and floated with the brine, but the chest that had been disemboweled was empty and there was nothing.

If you look closely, you will find that the muscles of the ribs have become shiny and shiny with the brine, exuding a strong and strange fragrance.

Intestines, heart and liver, spleen and lungs began to churn from the bottom of the pot.

Smoking Gun was stunned for a moment, and opened his mouth, wanting to scream for mercy.

But when he opened his mouth, he felt something spit out, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a tongue.

Look at the tongue floating on the brine.

Smoking Gun was buzzing in his head.

He couldn't believe it was real, but the scene in front of him scared him out of his wits.

At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open.

A person walked in from the door, the familiar figure surprised Smoking Gun.

Because this person is none other than himself.

"This??"

In astonishment, he saw that the self in front of him was exactly the same as the one he had just entered, but without the black shadow camouflage.

Show your true colors.

He is 1.6 meters tall, with two beards on his thin cheeks.

The wretched eyes swept left and right, and then turned to look at himself in the pot.

"What is he going to do?"

Smoking gun had an ominous premonition in his heart, and saw that the other party picked up the clip and began to pinch his own hair.

At this time, Smoking Gun suddenly had a ridiculous illusion, as if the person in front of him was really him, but his current situation was rather strange.

It was as if the soul had been separated from the body.

"No! No! Put it down, put it down quickly, don't touch it!"

Big Smoking Gun watched as everything started to happen like a picture in his memory, screaming with all his might, trying to remind him.

However, when he opened his mouth, the muscles on his face, because he had been boiled in brine for too long, twisted with the joints of his jaw, and the flesh on his face, like paper soaked in water, was overwhelmed and torn apart.

"what!!!"

Amidst the screams, Smoking Gun instinctively raised his hands and heard: "Plop!"

When I opened my eyes, I saw that I was still holding the tong in my hand, and the piece of stewed meat that was originally held by the tong had fallen into the pot again.

As for himself, he was standing by the pot stupidly, motionless, but cold sweat had penetrated his back.

Looking at the big iron pot in front of him, he saw pieces of stewed meat inside were boiled and rotten, and a big pig's head rolled out of it.

The big gaping mouth of the pig's head seemed to be laughing at the big smoking gun, which made him shiver, and then suddenly came back to his senses.

Quickly put down the clip in his hand, and stood obediently in the room waiting.

He is not a fool.

On the contrary, he was very smart, so smart that he was able to find the loophole in the stamp exchange activity of the Red Smoke Pavilion.

So smart that he only needs someone to pass a message to him to know that the mastermind behind it is the rumored red lady.

The smart ones are a little arrogant, and some have no boundaries.

But at the same time, he was also very smart to realize that everything just now was just an invisible blow and warning to him.