Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

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The old lady's eyes suddenly changed, her hands suddenly opened, and she clawed at the red rope on the head of the bed, trying to tear the red rope, and rushed out of the room.

"Hey, boy, take care of your grandma, don't let the second thief get away!"

Seeing this, Sambar immediately became nervous, they were even more nervous than Liao Qiu, if they couldn't achieve enlightenment, then there would be no good fruit, and it would be a waste of time to fetch water from a bamboo basket.

While Sambar was talking, he vaguely heard something behind him.

Frowning and looking back.

∑(°Д°;): "??? Where's my coffin??"

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"Where's my coffin?"

The sambar exclaimed, and waited for the 'man' to look back after hearing the news. Sure enough, the coffin that was supposed to carry them quietly disappeared behind them.

"?? How did it disappear? Isn't that your treasure?"

Guozi's face was a little confused.

It's not just a face with Chinese characters, Sambar is more confused than them. Speaking of which, the origin of this coffin is extraordinary, it is a treasure left by the corpse exorcisers in western Hunan.

Call the name, Longevity coffin.

It's an incredible coffin.

After this treasure was obtained by Sambar, they have always been like treasures, and they have already had a feeling for each other.

If anyone moved this coffin, he would know better than anyone else.

But the coffin was indeed gone.

"Heavenly, it's that little thief who dared to steal from your grandpa!"

The sambar searched around but couldn't find it, so it stamped its feet and cursed anxiously.

Turning back, he said: "You guys watch here, when this kid has guarded the three thieves, call me!"

Sambar was talking, but couldn't care less.

This coffin was very important to him, but why did the coffin disappear for no reason? Someone must have stolen the coffin.

But who could steal his own coffin?

Sambar's mind was buzzing, and he was extremely anxious, so he didn't care about it.

It's like the college entrance examination. When I walked to the examination room, I found out that I had lost my college entrance examination certificate. That feeling... a lot of grass and mud.

He took out the compass from his pocket and began to search around, which was a thousand-meter radius.

They were all surrounded by the ghost formation, outsiders made progress, and those who came in couldn't get out.

Sambar thought to himself, even if someone stole the coffin, don't try to take it out.

The sambar held the compass, watched the silver needle of the compass turn, pointed to the east direction, gritted its teeth, and ran after it.

He wanted to see if it was that bastard who dared to steal his head.

"Aqiu!"

Inside the Great Xia Ding.Zhao Ke squeezed the sore bridge of his nose with his fingers, and looked at the huge coffin in front of him, feeling a burst of happiness in his heart.

"Foot, this wave of airdrops, earn blood."

I thought to myself that I have been in the horror space for so long, and I have come across a lot of good wood, but I just haven't come across such a good coffin.

When I saw Sambar and the others appearing in a coffin.

Zhao Ke was moved.

Now that I own the Great Xia Ding, it can be regarded as owning a house.

But it is useless to have a house, you have to add some furniture.

Besides, what about the coffin?

Zhao Ke was quite worried at first, but now he also likes ordinary coffins.

But a good coffin doesn't seem to be easy to deal with.

It seems that in Chinese civilization, the status of the coffin has always had an extraordinary status.

Just like, in myths and novels, a coffin in the world is a Taoist who burns the lamp (the ancient Buddha who burns the lamp)

Ji Wusui's red coffin, although I don't know its origin.

Maybe following Ji Wusui, traveling through time at will, thinking about it, I know, it must be unusual.

Moreover, the space inside is very large.

Zhao Ke wanted to make do with his cheek and go in to keep warm.

But Ji Wusui kicked herself out every time it was almost time.

This always made Zhao Ke feel like he was being recruited into whoring.

So seeing the big black coffin behind Sambar, Zhao Ke couldn't bear it anymore.

The ability to activate stamps is not required.

Zhao Ke tried his newly fused breath of nature.

The figure disappeared quietly, Zhao Ke tried it, and the effect was stronger than that of stamps.

Not only does it not require the consumption of postal points, but there is also no cooling time.

The only thing that is consumed is the energy in your own body.

Zhao Ke calculated that if he only used energy to sustain himself, he would probably be able to last a whole day without any problem.

That's not to mention, the ability of his natal stamp is there, as long as he steps on the ground, he can draw enough aura to replenish at any time.

After all, if I was determined to hide, no one would find me for as long as I hid.

When I got to the back of the coffin, I found that the word "longevity" was carved densely on the top of the coffin.

There are various kinds of Shou characters, including traditional script, regular script, running script, and many fonts that Zhao Ke doesn't know.