Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

"Will it be..."

After a thought flashed in Zhao Ke's mind, he quickly wanted to go out.

If there is a gap between the spaces here, it is very likely that the way out may be in the moment of class.

But when Zhao Ke walked to the door of the classroom, there was an irresistible force in the classroom door in front of him, which bounced Zhao Ke back.

At the same time, Zhao Ke found that his connection with the other three clones was cut off at this time.

"can not go out!"

Zhao Ke gave it a try, then gave up on the hard charge

Instead, he sat back in his seat and waited quietly. At the same time, he couldn't help but glance sideways at the girl sitting not far in front of him.

I remember that when I was leaving the classroom, the other party's finger gently pulled me.

It seems to be implying that he should not go out.

Zhao Ke didn't know who that girl was, but he could be sure that the girl in front of him was not her.

"Okay, students, this year's final exam is approaching soon, now everyone turn to the twelve pages of the book in hand, let's circle the key points."

After the classroom door was closed, a young woman with long hair walked in.

It is different from the teacher who taught the class before.

The long-haired woman in front of her was slender, wearing a short black skirt, with slender thighs and white high heels.

As soon as a woman walks in, they all attract the attention of many boys.

Perhaps at this stage, many boys will regard such a teacher who is full of temptations from mature women as their night time YY object.

The woman walked into the classroom without bothering to look at the students.

Instead, he hurriedly opened the textbook and wrote down the key points on the blackboard at the same time.

"Hey!"

Zhao Ke sat in the back row, and he could tell from his position that he was usually not liked.

Zhao Ke rubbed his arm against the crew-cut guy next to him, and pointed to the girl on the left: "Hey, what's her name?"

The girl Zhao Ke was referring to was played by another female postman whom I had just met.

Since this girl has become the postman's disguise, perhaps there will be some relevant clues on her body.

Just a question for Zhao Ke.

Xiaopingtou didn't pay attention, his head was stiff, and he kept his head down, as if he was fascinated by something.

After Zhao Ke sensed it, he found Xiao Pingtou holding a novel and reading it vigorously.

It seems that sitting in the back row always has some small benefits, such as reading novels with your head down.

Zhao Ke didn't care at first.

But after squinting at the content of the novel, Zhao Ke couldn't help being stunned.

Xiao Pingtou was holding the book in his hand, and there were no words at all.

But he still seemed to be watching with gusto.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke frowned, stretched out his hand and gently grabbed Xiaopingtou's shoulder and pulled it.

Xiaopingtou's head was pulled up unexpectedly by Zhao Ke.

A bloody face appeared in front of Zhao Ke, and he opened his mouth, letting out a strange laugh.

Open your hands, the flesh and blood on your palms is rotting away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not just him.

When Zhao Ke turned his head, he found that the whole class was looking back at him. The faces, arms, and faces of these students were rapidly turning black and becoming rotten.

"Hiss..."

At this time, a hot tingling sensation came from his arm.

Looking down, there was a chill that made the hairs on Zhao Ke's whole body stand up, and he saw that his arms had started to rot along with him.

hallucinations?

No, this is definitely not an illusion, the passivity of the stamp "Veteran" has been activated.

It means that my arm is indeed rotting away.

"Xiaodong, what did you just say, don't go!"

Xiaoping turned his head across the mountain and grabbed Zhao Ke.

"go away!"

Zhao Ke jumped up from the chair, summoned a sword light, and cut off Xiaopingtou's head with one sword.

I saw my head gurgling and rolling on the ground, but my mouth was still moving, and continued: "Xiaodong, school is over, let's go to the Internet cafe to play games together."

Looking at Xiaopingtou's mouth, it was still wriggling, under the skin, it seemed like something was wriggling.

Zhao Ke's eyes became gloomy.

His arm will rot, obviously because he just used his arm to push Xiaoping's head.

Take out Xue Jizi and follow the muscles of his arm.

Cut it off with a knife.

"Push!"

I saw a cold light overflowing from the blade, and after cutting it off with one knife, a large piece of flesh and blood was cut off by Zhao Ke from his arm.

The cut was so deep that one could even see the bone under Zhao Ke's wound.

It seems that only by doing so can Zhao Ke be sure that no hidden danger will be left.

"Lin Xiaodong, you stand up, do you want to come up and solve the problem?"

Seeing Zhao Ke jumping up from the chair, the teacher standing on the podium slowly turned his head.