Horror mailman

The mailman

"Ah!"

A scream that soared to at least 70 decibels made everyone involuntarily frown. Zhao Ke also snapped out of his shock in the first moment. In the scene focused by his dilated pupils, a blurry figure appeared in front of Zhao Ke.

"Get lost!"

Almost reflexively, he kicked out, followed by a muffled sound and a cry of pain.

The pungent and foul air mixed with a scent of unknown animal feces made Zhao Ke feel an urge to go crazy instantly.

His abnormal sense of smell was astonishing, indeed giving him a significant advantage in some aspects. However, in this environment, it also meant enduring at least ten times more pain than others.

Without waiting for his eyes to fully adjust, Zhao Ke quickly took out a handkerchief from his pocket to cover his nose and mouth, while simultaneously gripping the fruit knife concealed in his sleeve.

After a few seconds, Zhao Ke's eyes finally adjusted to the sight in front of him, and as he opened them, the scene gradually became clear.

But what surprised Zhao Ke was that this wasn't in front of his own shop, but rather in a wilderness.

The sky was dim and lightless, even though it was daytime. Thick smog hung overhead, making it feel like there was sand in his mouth with every breath.

Some people couldn't help but vomit when they opened their mouths, feeling suffocated and taking a long time to recover.

"Where... where is this?"

Someone finally came to their senses and looked around, only to see the surroundings covered by heavy smog, making it difficult to discern anything except for a vague mountain forest.

Zhao Ke furrowed his brows, quickly distancing himself from the others, and scanned each person's face with cold eyes.

Three men and two women, among whom, except for the middle-aged man lying on the ground, the other two men seemed to be students.

As for the two women, the one with long hair on the left seemed to be an office worker, tall with a black skirt, exuding the charm unique to mature women, obviously a woman of considerable beauty.

But at the moment, regardless of the sudden change or the pungent environment around, it seemed that no one had the energy to appreciate the beauty of this woman.

In contrast, the young girl with short hair on the right, both in appearance and temperament, was inferior to the former.

However, although the girl's eyes showed panic, her reaction was very quick. She quickly covered her mouth and nose with her clothes and swiftly moved close to the office lady beside her.

"Damn you, kicking me!"

The middle-aged man, dressed in a spacious blue work uniform, looked like an enlarged version of Mario. He climbed up from the ground, glaring fiercely around him, and then focused his gaze on the student behind him.

"It wasn't me!"

"Not you! Then, was it a ghost!"

The middle-aged man stepped forward with an angry look, as if intending to teach the university student a lesson. In fact, he knew that the person who kicked him wasn't this university student. He just wanted to vent and save face.

"It wasn't me, please..."

Before the student could finish his words, he was instantly punched in the face by the middle-aged man, falling to the ground. Seeing this, the middle-aged man wanted to continue.

However, at this moment, the middle-aged man felt a weight on his shoulder, as if someone was pulling him. His face turned black, and he shook his shoulder to shake the person off.

But unexpectedly, this shake not only didn't shake off the hands on his shoulder, but also with just a slight movement, a light click sounded, instantly making the middle-aged man's face look ugly.

Only a slight grip of the hand on his shoulder caused a piercing pain, instantly making the middle-aged man kneel on the ground, his face red, gasping for air, unable to speak.

"Enough, we don't have much time to waste here unnecessarily."

A powerful voice suddenly sounded, causing everyone to focus their gaze on the young man who appeared behind the middle-aged man at some unknown time.

The young man held the middle-aged man with one hand, a cigar in his mouth, and a diagonal scar almost piercing his entire face. It couldn't be described as fierce or evil, but it was definitely not a kind face.

The scar-faced man glanced at each person's face, his sharp eyes like poisonous snakes, making everyone uneasy.

With a glance, the scar-faced man's eyes fell on Zhao Ke, the indifferent look in his eyes sending a chill down Zhao Ke's spine. "Killing intent!" Only those who had killed before would have such a fierce gaze, even if the other party didn't deliberately show it, that kind of gaze couldn't deceive anyone.

"Hiss!"

Seemingly unconcerned about the murky air around, the scar-faced man took a deep breath and licked his lips slightly disappointedly. "Haze, it's still the pure air of the capital after all. The... smell here is too poor."

Everyone exchanged glances, their faces filled with doubt, as they looked at the scar-faced man.

At this moment, another student beside him spoke up, "Who are you? How did we..."

"Don't speak, listen to me." The scar-faced man interrupted him, glancing at the time on his wrist, saying, "I'm not good with words, so when I speak, don't interrupt."

"But..."

The student couldn't help but want to ask, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he saw the scar-faced man's gaze turn cold instantly, and everyone couldn't even see what happened next clearly.

They saw the scar-faced man appear beside him in the next moment, with one hand grabbing his throat.

"Enough, we don't have much time to waste here unnecessarily."

A powerful voice suddenly sounded, causing everyone to focus their gaze on the young man who appeared behind the middle-aged man at some unknown time.

The young man held the middle-aged man with one hand, a cigar in his mouth, and a diagonal scar almost piercing his entire face. It couldn't be described as fierce or evil, but it was definitely not a kind face.

The scar-faced man glanced at each person's face, his sharp eyes like poisonous snakes, making everyone uneasy.

With a glance, the scar-faced man's eyes fell on Zhao Ke, the indifferent look in his eyes sending a chill down Zhao Ke's spine. "Killing intent!" Only those who had killed before would have such a fierce gaze, even if the other party didn't deliberately show it, that kind of gaze couldn't deceive anyone.

"Hiss!"

Seemingly unconcerned about the murky air around, the scar-faced man took a deep breath and licked his lips slightly disappointedly. "Haze, it's still the pure air of the capital after all. The... smell here is too poor."

Everyone exchanged glances, their faces filled with doubt, as they looked at the scar-faced man.

At this moment, another student beside him spoke up, "Who are you? How did we..."

"Don't speak, listen to me." The scar-faced man interrupted him, glancing at the time on his wrist, saying, "I'm not good with words, so when I speak, don't interrupt."

"But..."

The student couldn't help but want to ask, but as soon as he opened his mouth,