Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Taking a puff, the sound of carbonized tobacco burning can be heard in my ears.

The cold wind blew on Zhao Ke's cheek, accompanied by smoke and dust.

Zhao Ke suddenly remembered many things.

The long-lasting smell of firewood in the kitchen, the slow-simmering beef soup in the casserole, and the intoxicating red wine sausage in the oven have already evaporated in the hot heat with a unique and charming taste.

Perhaps, I never thought at the beginning that one day I would become a postman.

I never thought that it would be so wonderful in this world.

He thought of the Xiong Er family he met at first.

Compared with Xiong Er, who is strong in the mountains and forests, Xiong Da, who has integrated into human society, lures and abducts those people who are obsessed with interests into the deep mountains to become their own rations, but at the same time, he himself can never return to the mountains and forests, because he The law of the forest has been forgotten.

Zhao Ke thought again, the family that sold his own brother to the Bai family as ghosts.

Some people have managed to keep the most precious family relationship in poverty, while others regard this family relationship as a bargaining chip that can be sold.

One day, a middle-aged man who brought his own ingredients walked into his restaurant with his old father.

It cost a lot, just to let my old father have another bite of fish.

The weird building twisted like a hip-hop mirror.

In the midst of murder and calculation, a man named Yao Jun finally managed to give up everything and become a shadow, living in a projected world.

It is impossible to comment on whether it is worth it or not, but here is the person he is closest to and wants to make up for.

During the night shift.

The old lady under the Drum Tower, with the help of an oil lamp, gave a pair of insoles to the ghosts passing by.

A meager amount of warmth made the cold city of Wushi a little more human.

At one end of the street, in an old restaurant, an old man named Beauty would often look in the direction outside the city gate in a daze.

The passing diners didn't know that he was waiting for a general who would take him to see the sea.

It was a bad time in this barbaric, violent time, when slaves were only offered as sacrifices to ancestors.

But if someone calls you a brother at this time, don't refuse, because he really regards you as a brother.

People are always changing.

On the white paper stained with ink, someone turned the ink into a wonderful masterpiece.

And some people choose to make themselves blacker, just to cover up their whiteness.

Just like the red-eyed father who pushed his daughter into the fire pit time and time again.

He wasn't born a devil, he was just blinded with a conscience.

No one remembers that he was a qualified father, except for that diary...

Smoky.

The smile on Zhao Ke's face grew stronger, he thought that he and Ji Wusui were like a game of cat and mouse.

I also thought of the picture of Claras and himself making cakes in the kitchen.

Scenes of pictures passed by in Zhao Ke's mind like a horse watching a lantern, and the sky gradually ushered in the sun of a new day from the darkness in Zhao Ke's memory.

Zhang Zhijing, the leader of Manichaeism.

And some surviving leaders also appeared in Zhao Ke's sight one after another.

Besides these leaders, Zhao Ke also saw many old acquaintances.

For example, Monk Yuheng who was standing with Pansan not far away.

And Qiu Bailing wearing a white fox mask.

Qi Liang who was able to control the sword.

Speaking of which, although Qiu Bailing is a member of the Shamanism, she has always regarded herself as a ranger, and no one has noticed her relationship with the Shamanism.

Dai Mei was with Wang Mazi and Fat Pig, and Zhao Ke didn't allow her to rush back at this time.

In this way, there is only Zhao Ke alone in the huge shamanism resident.

"Hmph!! I thought these old guys had some supernatural powers, but it seems like that."

It wasn't long before the great shaman rejected Zhang Zhijing's proposal to combine the three religions into one.

As a result, only a few hours later, the big shaman and a group of people disappeared completely and hid.

This made Zhang Zhijing couldn't help but sneer.

It's also hard for Zhang Zhijing to be the leader of the sect, and there will be such a situation.

In order to persuade the great shaman to unite the three religions, Zhang Zhijing really showed enough attitude.

The conditions given far surpassed that of Manichaeism.

But these were all rejected by the great shaman, and there was no room for maneuver.

Zhang Zhijing suffered a setback here, and found out that the big shaman and the others had no preparations beyond his expectations, and they actually hid.

How could Zhang Zhijing hold his face.

At this time, it is inevitable that I will speak sarcastically.

Zhao Ke didn't care, he just put the cigarette rod in his hand back into the stamp album.

Slowly stood up and stretched out, his eyes were bright and energetic, and he could see the approaching figure of Zuipala from a distance.

For a moment, his pupils were full of energy, and Zhao Ke not only didn't feel afraid, but even felt a little eager to try in the face of Sin Bo Luo who was approaching gradually.

Looking at the excited look on Zhao Ke's face.

Everyone even wondered if this guy had gone crazy.

This suspicion is definitely not limited to Zhang Zhijing and others.

Pan San and Yu Heng couldn't help but glanced at each other, and they even suspected that the Zhao Ke in front of him was just a clone, not the real Zhao Ke.

This is simply suicide.