Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

"Don't go!"

Zhao Ke took a step forward to chase after him, but when he lifted his foot, he felt a sense of stepping on the void under his feet, which made Zhao Ke energetic for a while, and suddenly opened his eyes.

The forest in front of him was still the same forest, and he was sitting on the same stone.

But the sunshine in front of Zhao Ke, which made Zhao Ke unable to open his eyes, made Zhao Ke stunned. Looking back, he found a stick beside him, and a tattered paper human head hanging on the left and right.

Zhao Ke saw that it was Chu Sandian and Cuilan's heads, especially Cuilan's head, which was almost split open, and it was difficult for her to survive all the way until now.

"Back to Yangjian!"

Zhao Ke looked around and couldn't remember it. He seemed to be asleep, but when he met the Yin Yang Inn, was it real or a dream?

[You can stay here for 10 days after completing the main mission to destroy the Yin marriage, or you can choose to return to reality immediately]

At this time, Zhao Ke heard a reminder of the mission, indicating that what he encountered before was not a dream, and then he looked at his stamp album. In the stamp album, there was a page of recipes and the stripped black peacock corpse.

"call……"

Zhao Ke took a deep breath, there was always a strong earthy smell in the air these few days in the Yin Cao, at this time he really took a breath of fresh air, Zhao Ke felt that his whole body was much more energetic.

"Let's go, both of you."

Zhao Ke put the heads of Chu Sandian and Cuilan behind him into the stamp album, and after leaving Yincao, the two heads turned into torn paper. Naturally, there was no problem of insufficient authority when they were put into the stamp album.

The place where I woke up was actually a camphor forest, and not far below was a cemetery, which seemed to be the ancestral graves of nearby villagers.

"Woooooooo..."

Not halfway there, Zhao Ke heard the sound of mourning not far away, followed the sound of mourning, and saw a group of people carrying a coffin in the distance, and the battle was not small.

Zhao Ke just glanced at it from a distance, and saw that the coffin was opened, and a male corpse was carried out from the coffin. Zhao Ke didn't pay attention at first, and couldn't help but stare.

I saw the male corpse being carried out, wasn't it the bridegroom officer who was stabbed to death by him?

Seeing this, Zhao Ke couldn't help but stepped forward, quickly squeezed into the crowd, and took a look, that's right, it was the bridegroom officer.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Seeing Zhao Ke, a stranger, walking towards the corpse, someone immediately stepped forward to stop him. Zhao Ke's pupils flashed, and with his dynamic vision enhanced, the two extended their palms as slowly as a snail.

Turning quickly to the side, after avoiding the pushing and shoving of the two, Zhao Ke leaped between the two of them, striding towards the corpse.

Taking a closer look, the groom's face was pale, and there were large spots of corpses on his body, but the rot had not yet appeared. It seemed that he had been dead for no more than two days.

He stretched out his hand to touch the corpse's chest. Although it was through the clothes, the wound on the body was definitely not wrong.

"Could it be..."

Zhao Ke's heart turned cold, and he thought: "If I hadn't stabbed the groom to death, would the groom be still alive now?"

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke couldn't help feeling a little regretful. Although it was just a one-sided relationship, the groom was stabbed to death by himself, but at the same time he was still trying to remind himself of the danger, which shows that human nature should be good.

"What is this person doing, quickly take him away, take him away, if he makes trouble again, we will report to the police."

A few middle-aged people in filial piety came from behind, and the oldest one seemed to be the steward of the funeral.

If it was Qi Liang who was so warm-hearted, he must have rushed forward to have a good argument with these people by now.

But Zhao Ke is different, since he is sure that the bridegroom in the coffin is dead, he will naturally not have indifferent conflicts with other people around him, even if he can kill all these people by himself now.

With this thought, Zhao Ke was in a trance for a while, and a bloodthirsty impulse quickly amplified in his mind, as if a very rough voice was roaring to himself: "Kill, kill, kill them all."

"Hurry up and go, what are you doing in a daze!"

On the side, the big man who was originally in charge of carrying the coffin saw that Zhao Ke was still standing there in a daze, and impatiently stepped forward to pull Zhao Ke away, but when his hand touched Zhao Ke's arm, Zhao Ke slowly raised his head and looked at him. sweep.

The sinister eyes were like a bloodthirsty poisonous snake, with its fangs exposed, ready to launch a fatal blow at any time. The scalp of the big man went numb, and even standing under the sun, he felt chills on his back.

Suddenly, the big man's whole body trembled, he subconsciously let go of his hand, and took a step back.

But soon, Zhao Ke's eyes gradually calmed down, he took a deep breath silently, suppressed the voice in his head with absolute rationality, turned around, and walked away.

"Is this person mentally ill?"

Seeing Zhao Ke leave, someone stepped forward and patted the big man's shoulder, but as soon as he touched his hand, he felt wet. When he looked again, he saw that the big man's face turned pale for a while, and he was sweating all over his body.

The steward didn't notice the big man's expression, and urged from behind: "Hurry up, bury it, don't delay here, hurry up, go back and have a banquet."

Zhao Ke had already walked far away, but when he heard the steward's words, he stomped his feet, stood there and his pupils shrank for a while, and suddenly smiled strangely on his face.

"Hey Hey……"

A deep laugh, sharp and thin, as if pinching his voice, sharp like an eunuch, pointing his toes, walking down the hill quickly.

Outside Beipo Ma Town, the sound of festive firecrackers can be heard from a distance.

I saw that the front of the Bai family's old house was very lively, and the banquet was just lined up from the front to the street.

It's just that the specifications of the banquet are different from those of ordinary weddings and weddings. All the tables in the Bai family are uniformly red, but the lanterns hanging on both sides are white lanterns, and even the couplets on the gate of the mansion are one red and one white.

"Please...please..."

A middle-aged man in rich clothes stood outside the door to greet the guests, and at the same time called the housekeeper, and told him: "All the guests who come today are distinguished guests, don't care about the food outside, go to the back kitchen, and let them wait for the inner house first." serve."

The butler nodded: "Master, don't worry, I'll go and urge you right away."

Saying this, I saw the butler running towards the back kitchen. Before he got to the back kitchen, he smelled the burst of fragrance. It's done.

It's just weird that Zhang Mazi, the original cook in the back kitchen, disappeared, but a young young man was busy working on the stove.

"Huh? Where's Zhang Mazi??" Seeing this, the housekeeper couldn't help but wondered.

The figure on the stove didn't look back, quickly lifted the pan with one hand to stir fry, and at the same time didn't forget to quickly add ingredients to it. It seemed that he was much more skilled than Zhang Mazi.

"Uncle Zhang has a stomachache today. I'm his nephew, and I'll take his place."

Hearing that sharp response, for some reason, the steward always felt chills all over his body, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on his skin.

But when he saw the food on the table, which seemed to taste better than Zhang Mazi, he didn't ask any more questions.

"Okay, hurry up, it's done, the master will give you a reward."

"Okay, there is only one soup left."

In front of the stove, I saw Zhao Ke's face was full of yin and yang, and he pinched his fingers, and a pinch of bright red powder sprinkled into the soup pot along his fingers.

"Please please..."