"Where am I? What is this place? ”

The only thing Kuaishou Wu could think of was that he felt a coldness, and quickly penetrated himself from under his crotch.

But the rest ...... Kuaishou Wu's mind was completely blank.

"I'm there, you talk!"

Looking at the surprised eyes of Zhao Ke and his party in front of him, Kuaishou Wu took a step forward impatiently and urged.

However, when the left foot stepped out, the back foot failed to keep up, but only heard the sound of "hissing ......" and the familiar sound of tearing the crotch, which I believe many people will be very familiar with.

But Kuaishou Wu Yi lowered his head, but found that he was not only torn in the crotch of his pants, but also the left half of his body, which was torn apart with everything.

Looking at the dislocated body, Kuaishou Wu was stunned, for the first time in his life, he realized that the picture of the left face staring at the right face, the weird picture, not to mention Kuaishou Wu himself.

Even Wang Mazi felt an indescribable twist.

After a short period of stunned, I saw Kuaishou Wu's face flickering for a while, and after letting out a scream, he turned his gaze and grabbed Camillai with his left hand.

The look on half of his cheeks was like that of a lost child, frightened, uneasy, and completely unable to calm down.

"Save ...... Help me, I'm not dead, I'm still alive,

Fast!

Hurry up and save me!

Please, help me! I'll give you postage points, rare stamps, and ...... Yes, I also have a silver stamp, very rare, save me, it's all yours, I'll give you a surrender order now. ”

Kuaishou Wu screamed and wanted to issue a surrender order to Camille, but when he called for the postal album, he found that his postal album had not heeded his call at all and had completely disappeared.

Zhao Ke and Wang Mazi glanced at each other on the side, but they didn't expect this guy who suddenly appeared to be a postman!

"You're dead!!"

Looking at Kuaishou Wu who was grabbing his arm, Camille unceremoniously pushed him away, not to mention that she couldn't save her, even if she could, Camille wouldn't save him.

Not only will he not save it, but he may even take advantage of the opportunity to kill this guy.

These four words are not exclusive to the postman, but they are definitely the most appropriate description.

Maybe Camille's force was a little greater, which made Kuaishou Wu's already misplaced body suddenly and completely torn apart.

Half of his body fell heavily to the ground, looking at his intestines, heart and liver, exposed in front of him.

The expression on half of Kuaishou Wu's face became complicated for a while.

"You're dead!" "You're dead!" "You're dead!"

Camille's voice echoed in his ears, maybe at this time, Kuaishou Wu Cai really understood that he was dead.

Look at your body, and then look at Camille, who is watching coldly.

A resentment for no reason appeared on Kuaishou Wu's face.

"No, you lied to me! It's all you, who hurt me! ”

With a roar, I saw the other half of Kuaishou Wu's body pounce on Camille.

I saw that with Kuaishou Wu pounced, a strong resentment instantly exploded on Kuaishou Wu's body, and this guy actually turned into a powerful ghost in a short moment.

In this regard, Zhao Ke couldn't help but sigh in his heart and shook his head silently.

Not everyone can accept the reality that they are dead.

Zhao Ke remembers seeing one such story once.

An old lady, when crossing the street, did not look at the traffic lights, and as a result, a ghost probe occurred.

Suddenly hit by a car and killed.

But died too quickly.

As a result, the old lady's soul did not realize that she was dead after it was separated from the corpse.

As usual, I will walk home and cook for the children.

She remembers that today is the day when her daughter and son are going to be reunited with their grandson and grandson.

So I made a big table of meals.

Then he sat in the living room expectantly, waiting for the children to come home.

But time passes minute by minute,

From evening till late at night,

From late night to early morning,

Until noon the next day.

I saw my son and daughter walking home with tired and tear-stained faces, silently packing up the old lady's belongings.

The old lady called out to them, but they couldn't hear them, and the old lady grabbed them and found that they couldn't touch them at all.

And when she saw the death report on the table, she realized that she was dead.

But the old lady did not accept such an outcome.

She waited a long time for this reunion, but because she was in a hurry to buy groceries and go home, she didn't look at the road and died.

In the end, the yin and yang were separated, and the resentment in her heart made her become a powerful ghost and almost killed her family.

The story is simple, but behind the story is embarrassing.

Similarly, the guy in front of him doesn't seem to be ready to accept death.

As a postman, I have seen too much life and death, and even that hand is not stained with blood.

But the more this happens, the more they are afraid of death.

The more you struggle on the verge of death, the more you can appreciate the beauty of being alive.

What the? Is there anyone who is not afraid of death?

Well, yes, but most of them were basically eliminated before they became mid-level postmen.

Like the old lady, in the face of death, Kuaishou Wu was even more unwilling than the old lady.

It's just that he obviously picked the wrong person to vent.

Camillai raised his eyebrows, and faced Kuaishou Wu, who had become a powerful ghost, just flicked his fingers.

"Buzz!"

A sound wave visible to the naked eye swayed at the fingertips, and before Kuaishou Wu's arm touched Camillai, it continued to twist into a ball of twist in the sound wave.

If Kuaishou Wu were alive and encountered such an attack, he might be able to use his postman's ability to forcibly break away from the sound wave.

But the current Kuaishou Wu is just a powerful ghost who is just about to transform.

Don't say that Camille is a fierce mid-level postman, even if it is a low-level postman......

No!

Even Zhao Ke at this time......

It's not right, if you lower it by another level, that is, Wang Mazi, you can easily abuse him.

The price of choosing the wrong one.

Naturally, it was disastrous.

Camille doesn't have any compassion.

Slender fingertips, after a few gentle flicks in the air.

Layers of sound waves ripple through the air, and these sound waves cross together from different directions.

Kuaishou Wu's body suddenly exploded in the sound waves, completely wiped out.

In this regard, the steward standing in front of the palace couldn't help but raise his head and look at Camille with displeasure.

Pick up the pen you just put down and swipe it lightly on the list in front of you.

Just saw on the list, the name that just appeared was erased by ink.

"The phonetic postman, sure enough, it's her!"

Wang Mazi stood behind Zhao Ke, poked Zhao Ke with his hand, raised his chin, and winked at Zhao Ke.

Last night, Camilla took Jiayu to another room to rest.

Wang Mazi told Zhao Ke that this woman may be a postman.

Belch! This phrase is nonsense.

But what Wang Mazi means is that he has heard some rumors about this woman, and she is a very unique postman.

It's not her ability that's unique, it's her style.

She is the first and only one so far to make her postman public in reality, not only publicly, but also with the ability of her music department to hold concerts everywhere.

It can be said that in reality, many people have heard her music, and she is a famous diva-level singer in Europe and the United States.

Wang Mazi hadn't seen her, he had only heard of her, but he didn't take it to heart, and then he took the initiative to enter the abandoned place and hide.

Therefore, when they met for the first time, Wang Mazi didn't recognize her.

It wasn't until she revealed her name that she remembered her identity in a trance.

remembers that at that time, Wang Mazi also deliberately stabbed Zhao Ke with his hand.

Before, it was just speculation, but now seeing Camille make a move, the identity of this woman is even more certain.

Zhao Ke nodded, and was reminded by Wang Mazi, and he also felt a little impressed.

It seems that once, when Wang Na's soul was detained at home by herself and she was treating herself, she saw a news item on TV, saying that a certain singer was going to perform in the local area.

But I didn't pay attention to it at the time, I didn't expect to meet here after such a long time.

It can only be said that life is everywhere.

It was between Zhao Ke and Wang Mazi making eye contact.

Zhao Ke suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Wang Mazi, who was still proud with his elbow.

I saw that in front of the still empty gate, but I don't know when, the figure of the postman appeared again.

Not one, but two, three, eight or nine people in the blink of an eye.

Under Zhao Ke's gaze, these people, as if they had been conjured out of thin air, appeared in front of them.

But without exception, these people ...... It's all dead.

"They...... It can't be your companion, right? ”

Wang Mazi leaned over to Camilla, who was also shocked, and asked in a low voice.

Camille didn't speak, her gaze swept over everyone's faces.

Wang Mazi on the side looked at her wooden expression and knew that these people were not the people who had partnered with her before.

Seeing this, Wang Mazi couldn't help but look back at Zhao Ke.

Zhao Ke's expression became solemn when he saw this, and suddenly so many postmen appeared, and these postmen were actually dead people.

What's going on?

Why are the souls of these postmen here?

Compared with Zhao Ke's confused face, the steward in front of the palace was different.

The palace steward, who was still frowning at this time, immediately smiled.

The names of these people were written in the account book in his hand, and while writing, he muttered beautifully: "Great, now the county lord is not worried about the absence of Langjun." ”