Zhao Ke walked forward, each step was very slow, and his body gradually walked to the edge of a balcony little by little.

In fact, he should have thought of this a long time ago, but he was completely blinded by the sudden change, and Zhao Ke was completely blindsided, such a strange scene, even other postmen, I believe that few people have encountered it.

It's as if the opponent's strength is not at the same level as theirs, playing with them in the palm of his hand, manipulating their life and death at will.

But is that really the case?

Zhao Ke thought of Zhang Haigen's "Super Stealth", if he relied on stealth, he would be able to ignore the power of this space, and Zhao Ke didn't believe that the arranger of the space would not think of this.

As for the previous experience of dodging, Zhao Ke calculated the time in his heart, plus three doppelganger experiments.

Zhao Ke had a bold idea in his heart, which came to Zhao Ke's mind.

I saw Zhao Ke raise his head, let the rain fall on his face, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and the faces around him were exactly the same as himself, like countless themselves, focusing their eyes on themselves.

Slowly took out the snow heme from the mail book, and suddenly the silver light flashed in front of him, and a handle of snow heme emitted a biting cold air, causing the surrounding raindrops to gradually turn into freezing points.

"I've guessed your shortcomings!"

The moment Zhao Ke spoke, he waved the snow heme in his hand and wiped the horizontal knife on his throat.

In an instant, the air around him suddenly began to drop.

In the rainstorm, the tinkling and clinking sound was the humming sound of countless silver blades falling to the ground.

Suicide, this idea, Zhao Ke had imagined it when he was very young.

It's just that I didn't expect that I really chose to commit suicide this time.

The blade was pressed against your throat, and there was a cold sensation, as if you were swallowing an ice cube down your throat in the summer.

A black hole approached and began to tug at his consciousness.

"Bang!"

There were countless figures in front of him that were exactly the same as Zhao Ke, and almost at the same time, they fell heavily to the ground.

"Poof!"

In the basement of an unknown building, four candles were placed in front of four mirrors, and a dark shadow sat in front of the four candles, suddenly his eyes were round, and a mouthful of blood spit out of his mouth, and the blood beads continued to flow down his ears and nose.

In the blink of an eye, the entire floor was dyed a blood-red.

Not only that, but there was an extra bone-deep blood mark on the throat of the black shadow, as if it had been slashed by someone.

At the slightest movement, blood spilled down the wound.

When I looked again, I saw that among the four candles, the one on the left was suddenly extinguished.

Seeing this, the black shadow's face changed suddenly, and in the shadows, the face that flickered and darkened showed a little tiredness, and after quickly blowing out the other three candles, he took out a bottle of quick recovery potion and drank it.

"What, you missed?"

Behind the black shadow, a thin silhouette gradually became clear, and he looked a little unhappy when he saw the black shadow blow out the candle.

The black shadow didn't speak, he didn't seem to be able to speak now, the knife in his throat, although not fatal to him, had already cut off his airways, and if he was an ordinary person, even a postman, this knife was enough to send him to Hades.

"Humph! I don't care, I'm going to get enough blood tonight, these people have a lot of blood, absorb one, kill ten of them, you promised me, if I can't absorb enough blood tonight, I'll have to wait for another three years! ”

Hearing the wayward request behind him, the black shadow stretched out his finger and wrote a line on the ground: "There is still time, they will all die." ”

Seeing the blood words on the ground, the thin outline gradually became clear, and a green face was obviously just a teenager.

If Wang Peng was still alive at this time, he would definitely recognize it, wasn't this young man the child they killed?

The only difference is that this face reveals a ruthlessness that does not match his age.

"Hopefully, but this is your second failure, don't let me down again, or ......"

The boy didn't speak, but looked at the room behind him, his tone threatening.

"Ahem, ahem!"

I don't know how long I lay down, but I saw Zhao Ke's eyes suddenly open, sat up, and found that he was still lying on his bed at this time.

Reaching out and touching his throat, even though the wound had healed, he always felt a special pain in his throat.

To put it bluntly, this feeling of death made Zhao Ke very uncomfortable.

"It worked!"

Sitting up, Zhao Ke looked out the window, it was still dark, but at a glance, he could see the lights of several other communities outside, as well as the traffic on the street.

groped for the pocket in his arms, and a pinch of green ash was taken out of his pocket by Zhao Ke.

It is the ash that turns into ash after the "Death Talisman" burns.

This death talisman was originally given to him by Hattori Hanzo, and was thrown in the stamp book by Zhao Ke, thinking that if his plan failed this time, he would use this talisman to replace his death in the face of the irresistible red coffin.

It's a pity that now this hole card has to be used in advance.

In fact, I should have thought that the other party could use his own shadow to attack himself, and he could also use himself to deal with those shadows.

If you can destroy all the shadows in the first place, maybe it will be the way to crack this space.

But there are so many shadows, how can you kill them by yourself, there is only one way, and that is to kill yourself.

This idea was just a moment in Zhao Ke's mind, and Zhao Ke grabbed it and began to think about it repeatedly.

The more powerful the ability, the more obvious the disadvantage.

The opponent's ability must be limited, otherwise he would not only kill one shadow at a time.

As the saying goes, as much as you get, you have to give.

Zhao Ke suspects that the death of every shadow may be a great burden for the other party.

How can this burden be hidden?

This is where the other party is clever, that is, to put the burden on the bright side, the so-called blind leaf, people believe what they see more than speculation.

Every time the shadow is not killed, the attack that follows will not make anyone think that these shadows are precisely the weakness of the other party.

So he is a person who is very good at pondering people's hearts, and undoubtedly grasps the common problem of every postman, that is, the desire to survive.

Both traps, the living gate, are set in the direction of what seems to be a dead end.

Even if some people dare to guess, but there may not be a few people who dare to try, if death is the only way to come out of which space, it is estimated that out of ten people, I am afraid that nine people will not take the risk.

Unless the other party is the same as Zhao Ke, he has a one-time consumable stamp like a death charm.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke grinned and showed his white teeth, and said in his heart: "Hehe! The trap is broken, and the taste of backlash must be uncomfortable. ”

"Huh!"

At this time, Zhao Ke suddenly wanted to feel something, stretched out his hand, and a black shadow drilled into Zhao Ke's palm.

"You're back too?"

This picture is the doppelganger made by Zhao Ke before, Zhang Chen's soul.

Zhao Ke asked him to run errands, but after being caught in the trap, although he could feel him, he couldn't get in touch with him, and he couldn't know what he was doing for a long time.

Unexpectedly, the doppelganger is actually dead?

"Is it the other party's hand?"

Zhao Ke retracted his distraction, and suddenly everything about Zhang Chen appeared in Zhao Ke's mind.

To Zhao Ke's surprise, his doppelganger, after realizing that he had no way to leave, actually chose to commit suicide, wanting to return to his body.

After carefully looking at all the memory pictures, Zhao Ke pondered for a while, slowly got up from the bed, and said, "Let's go, it's time to meet which master!" ”

Zhao Ke said this, stood up and walked out.

Just as he was about to walk out of the door, Zhao Ke heard someone talking outside the door, it was the old lady who sold eggs before.

"Who, so lacking in morality, everyone is dead, and the courier is sent here, and the corpse is no longer here, what are you doing with sending a coffin?"

When Zhao Ke heard this, he slowly opened the door, and saw that the old lady had just come up from downstairs, standing at the corner of the stairs, chatting with a few people.

"What a coffin?"

Zhao Ke pretended to walk over casually and asked casually.

How do you know that after Zhao Ke asked, the old lady seemed to see a new audience, and suddenly came to her senses and said: "Who knows, the coffin is said to be sent to the 11th floor, that is, the landlady's house, but the people are gone, and they still have to send the coffin up. ”

"I guess I owe money before."

Zhao Ke didn't care, and pressed the elevator casually.

The old lady and several others also agreed with Zhao Ke's words, especially the old lady nodded and said: "Yes, it must be the enemy, what is not good to give, return the coffin, or a big red coffin, don't you say this is humiliating?"

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After the old lady finished speaking, she saw Zhao Keleng at the elevator entrance, and her face suddenly became ugly.