Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

And gave him the position of a small commander.

For Ren, even if he couldn't go back, with Xing Tianling's appreciation, he could make a living here.

At least the kind of food and drink.

for this opportunity.

Zhao Ke can only say that stupid people have stupid blessings.

But he didn't look for this fat guy, Ren, to reminisce about the old days.

Pulling him and whispering: "Do you want to make meritorious service?"

"Hey, Brother Wang, just say it!"

Although Ren is stupid, he is not so stupid that he is hopeless.

Even in some respects, still very perceptive.

"It's easy, you send me in first, and then..."

After Zhao Ke whispered something in Ren's ear for a while, the two looked at each other and smiled.

That expression, really, is a mess.

Chapter 467 I am a good person

In the prison, the dark environment is the most familiar environment for the guards who work in the prison.

But today, it made them feel strange.

No more howling of pain.

There is no more shouting and cursing between prisoners.

Even the panting sounds of men and women that were heard most often in the past have completely disappeared.

The instruments of torture hanging on the wall made piercing noises with the wind from time to time. In the empty prison, the sound became sharp and piercing.

Even the head of the cell who has stayed here half his life has never seen such a dead and empty cell.

Familiar environment, but strange atmosphere.

Others regretted it and chose to follow in.

"Come on!"

A few soldiers stepped on the ground and made a bawling sound.

At first thought it was water.

But later I found that when I stepped on it, it seemed to be very sticky.

Take a torch and shine on the ground.

Seeing a few soldiers, as well as the guard and the prison leader who led the way, their expressions suddenly became unnatural.

"is blood!"

A jailer couldn't help taking a deep breath, they had seen a lot of blood.

But never seen so much blood.

For a moment, he felt as if his breathing was blocked by something, making him a little out of breath.

"Humph! All the fuss."

A few soldiers in armor didn't care about these waste-like cell leaders and cell guards.

To them, this level of blood was nothing.

"Strange? Why doesn't the blood smell like blood?"

At this time, a soldier leaned over, dipped a little blood on the ground with his finger, put it in his mouth, and tasted it carefully.

Immediately, he frowned, and said with a strange expression: "Why is it sour?"

Just as the soldier was talking, the blood around the feet gradually bubbled up little by little.

"Something's wrong, let's go!"

As if aware of something, a soldier suddenly took a long stride, his body was like a gecko, and quickly climbed onto the pillar of the cell next to him.

Looking down again, the blood around him began to boil.

It's like a pot of boiling water, filled with a pungent sour smell.

Seeing that the situation was not good, a few guards turned around and ran, but they still couldn't take two steps.

As soon as he lifted his leg, a prison guard suddenly realized that his calf was gone!

Turn around in an instant.

I saw that there was still a small half of my leg where I had stood before, standing there.

But in the blink of an eye, this retreat, like melted ice cream, disappeared into the blood in a blink of an eye.

Losing a leg, the prison guard suddenly lost his balance and fell into the bloody water with a thud.

After only tossing twice, his weak body was quickly corroded in the blood.

Other people's reactions were not as fast as the other party's.

In the blink of an eye, several people disappeared into the thick blood on the ground one after another.

Know that the blood has returned to calm.

There was not even a trace left on the ground.

"call!"

At this moment, the soldier hiding on the wooden beam of the cell couldn't help but sweat in his heart.

Throw the helmet away.

Such a bulky helmet almost broke his neck.

And this armor.