Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

At this time, Zhao Ke's face finally changed.

It's just that the changes are a bit strange.

A pair of eyes were piercing, staring at the head in the pot, but there was a weird smile on his face.

"You...what are you going to do!"

Looking at the sly smile on Zhao Ke's face, Ren Tou felt that something was wrong.

He thought to himself: "This guy won't be scared stupid by himself, right?"

At this moment, Zhao Ke's smile became wider and wider, can he not smile?

The cooked duck jumped into the pot by itself.

Do you believe it?

Zhao Ke suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the human head, pulling him out of the pot.

"Hey... what do you want? I'm a ghost! A fierce ghost, the fierce one!"

The head screamed, a bad feeling made him want to break away from Zhao Ke's hand.

As a result, not only did not break free.

Instead, Zhao Ke slammed it heavily on the chopping board.

Zhao Ke fumbled left and right.

Only then did I realize that the blood hammer was for Liao Qiu to defend himself.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke took a look at the kitchen knife next to him, and casually held the knife in his hand.

"Hey, what are you doing, I warn you, I want to..."

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Before the head could finish his sentence, he saw Zhao Ke swung the knife and slapped it hard like a yellow light.

"Strange? In the middle of the night, is it shooting cucumbers?"

In the room, Liao Qiu couldn't help shaking his head when he heard the slapping sound outside the door.

He stared at the candles in the four corners of the room, and then glanced at the time, it was already past twelve o'clock.

Not to mention, Liao Qiu was really a little hungry.

After running all day during the day, I was very tired and didn't eat anything.

Now listening to the sound of cooking in the kitchen, Liao Qiu's stomach growled.

"Liao Qiu!"

Just when Liao Qiu was wondering what kind of food Brother Wang would cook.

He heard his grandmother's low voice behind him.

"grandmother!"

Liao Qiu turned around in a hurry, and saw his grandmother, who had woken up at some time.

He stretched out his hand to call Liao Qiu and said, "Come in, help me take off this boot, I'm sleepy."

Grandma said and stretched out her legs.

At this time, Liao Qiu saw that the red embroidered shoes he saw that night were still on her grandmother's feet.

These shoes were made by my grandmother.

But apart from sleepwalking that night, it was the first time that I saw this pair of shoes so closely.

Very delicate, with a pair of lotus flowers embroidered on the shoe.

But it seems a little tight, let alone put it on, just looking at it feels uncomfortable.

Liao Qiu didn't think much about it at first, when his grandmother ordered him, he instinctively stretched his hand in, ready to help grandma take off the shoes.

One hand supported grandma's feet, and the other hand was about to take them off.

However, when grandma lifted her foot, the white soles of her shoes were displayed in front of Liao Qiu.

A line of words was written on it with a big red pen: "Don't take it off!"

See these two words.

Liao Qiu realized that something was wrong.

"Take it off, what are you doing in a daze, help your mother-in-law take off your shoes!"

At this time, grandma was still urging Liao Qiu.

"Oh, wait a minute, this shoe is tight, I'll take off this foot first."

Liao Qiu said, put down the shoe, picked up the other foot, lifted it up, and saw three words written in red pen on the shoe of the other foot: "Don't take it off!"

Seeing Liao Qiu's concentration, his mind raced quickly.

Pretending to take off her shoes, she raised her head carefully and saw her grandmother staring straight at her.

On his pale face, blue veins appeared, and his eyes were ferocious.

It was exactly the same as the one holding the scissors that night.

Seeing this, Liao Qiu's heart skipped a beat: "I have a stomachache, I will come back to you later..."

"Take it off!"

Before Liao Qiu finished speaking, the old lady rushed forward with red eyes, her hands tightly pinching Liao Qiu's throat!

Liao Qiu was grabbed by the throat and struggled a few times but couldn't get away.

I found that my mother-in-law's strength was astonishing, and it was stuck on my throat, as tight as an iron hoop.

"Hey, do you want vinegar?"