The Package Returns

The blood-red text before him quickly vanished, but Zhao Ke noticed that a countdown had begun in the upper left corner of the Post Album.

"Tonight!"

Looking at the countdown in the upper left corner, Zhao Ke lay quietly in the coffin and took a deep breath.

He couldn't tell if it was fear or excitement, Like a child who knows they're going on a trip, there was nervousness about going far away, but also a bit of anticipation.

Time was tight, so he naturally had to make good use of it.

After his first experience in the horror space where he was at a loss, He felt much calmer psychologically the second time around.

At least he wasn't as nervous as the first time, and with a storage artifact like the Post Album, it was incredibly convenient for him.

However, before that, he needed to verify a few things.

He climbed out of the coffin and walked to the wardrobe by his hand, pulling out an old-fashioned mobile phone.

Following the number Qi Liang had called out from memory, he quickly dialed.

"Beep... beep... Hello, who is this?" The voice was loud and strong, and it was clear it was Qi Liang.

"It's me! Is the wound on your leg healed?"

Qi Liang didn't understand at first, but after hearing the second half of the sentence, he subconsciously touched his thigh. In reality, all their injuries had disappeared when they came out of the horror space.

And only one person knew about the wound on his thigh, and that was him!

The thought of Zhao Ke instantly startled Qi Liang, and he said, "It's you!"

"I thought you wouldn't call me. Let me tell you, did you open that package? I opened it, and guess what? I got a Post Album, a very magical Post Album, and stamps..."

Qi Liang said excitedly.

Zhao Ke's call surprised Qi Liang, and he immediately began to share his gains after returning to reality.

Even though Zhao Ke had stabbed his thigh and he had even witnessed Zhao Ke kill someone with his own eyes, Qi Liang still felt that Zhao Ke was a good person, just that his methods were a bit too extreme.

Zhao Ke listened to Qi Liang's lengthy explanation. It turned out he had also obtained a stamp from Xiong Er, but it wasn't a special stamp; it was a regular stamp with a face value of 7 cents.

From Xiong Er's mother's stamp, he had obtained 3 Post Points.

As for Wang Xiaochang and Zhou Shun, Qi Liang didn't mention them. Zhao Ke guessed that he had killed those two alone, and Qi Liang hadn't been involved, so they were clearly unrelated to him.

"My next package will arrive in four days. I don't know what the situation will be, but I plan to exchange for some things first. You know, that... dudududu."

"Hello? Hello? Why did you hang up??"

Qi Liang wanted to continue sharing his thoughts, but before he could finish, the sound of beeping came from the other end of the line, and he saw that the call had been disconnected.

Qi Liang tried calling again, but "The number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later."

"Crack!"

He squeezed his fingers, crushed the SIM card, and threw it into the trash. That kid Qi Liang was as long-winded as ever.

But it did confirm quite a few of his guesses.

Looking at the remaining Post Points in his hand, Zhao Ke pondered for a moment and decided not to exchange them for now.

After all, he only had so many Post Points, and the Post Album could only be exchanged for a limited number of items, most of which were basic.

The few practical abilities available were priced so high they made his eyes water.

At least, he couldn't afford that price right now.

As for the cheaper ones, like stamps that enhanced the body, like Vajra Body or boxing techniques, he had enough Post Points.

But he was neither interested in these stamps nor did he think they were useful.

Take a set of boxing technique stamps, for example.

It would allow him to acquire a basic boxing technique, [Twenty-Eight Forms Military Boxing].

It sounded pretty good.

But when facing a land tank like Xiong Er, what good would even the best boxing technique be?

Head-on confrontation?

He'd probably break a few bones with a single slap.

Moreover, he already had the Bear Coat and Breath of Nature, two special stamps.

Even without exchanging for new abilities, he believed he could handle the next horror space without much difficulty.

"Ding-a-ling..."

At this moment, Zhao Ke's ears twitched as he heard the doorbell downstairs. He walked down and saw Wang Na.

Seeing Wang Na in person, Zhao Ke frowned. He had given her his address yesterday when she had pestered him, and he hadn't expected her to show up today.

"What are you doing here!"

Zhao Ke's tone wasn't good. Although his illness could be cured and Wang Na's advice had helped him significantly, that didn't mean Zhao Ke had even a shred of positive feeling towards her.

Facing Zhao Ke's questioning, Wang Na seemed used to it. From when she took over his treatment until yesterday, Zhao Ke had only barely shown her a decent face.

"I'd like to invite you to my place for a more in-depth examination. Yesterday, despite so many people accusing you, your condition remained very stable, which proves my methods are correct, so..."

"No!"

Upon hearing Wang Na's words, Zhao Ke's face immediately turned frosty. He couldn't stand being treated like a lab rat, being experimented on.

"Don't overthink it, it's just a relatively simple physical check-up."

"No!"

After Zhao Ke's firm refusal once again, Wang Na didn't push further. She took out a business card and placed it on the table: "This is my office number. This is my private number and address. If you have any questions, you can call me or come find me directly."

"Oh, right. Although your condition has recovered, we're not sure to what extent. So please, avoid going to any overly stimulating entertainment venues." Wang Na added as a final reminder before leaving.

Zhao Ke nodded. After watching Wang Na leave, he walked to the table and casually tossed the business card into the trash can.

He went to the bathroom, cupped some cold water, and splashed it on his face, dispelling his lingering drowsiness. He looked at himself in the mirror.

Perhaps due to his irregular sleep schedule, his complexion appeared somewhat pale. His face was gaunt, and the stubble on his chin had already started to grow in unevenly.

He reached for the razor. "Vroom..." The blade scraped against his stubble as Zhao Ke stared intently at his reflection, his gaze becoming increasingly unfocused.

He reached out and gently caressed his face, as if possessed. His fingers pinched his chin, hooking under his jaw.

A sinister grin spread across his lips. He pressed his cheek against the mirror, slightly parted his mouth, and whispered in a light, effeminate voice that sounded surprisingly like a woman's, "This person... is so annoying."

As the voice faded, Zhao Ke's expression shifted again. His face filled with ferocity, and his voice turned rough. Gritting his teeth, he snarled, "Yeah, I hate sleeping in a coffin! I hate sleeping in a coffin!!"

"This woman is such a troublemaker."

This time, Zhao Ke's voice became sharp again. Unlike the previous female voice, it was piercing, like a eunuch speaking in a strained voice.

"Keep her for now. We still need her for the time being."

He pointed a finger at Zhao Ke's reflection in the mirror. The female voice spoke again, her tone sweet yet tinged with an eerie quality, and also possessed an authoritative sharpness that silenced the other voices for the moment.

With a wave of his hand, the Post Album appeared in Zhao Ke's grasp. He flipped it open to the last page.

Before him lay a long list of exchangeable items. Zhao Ke quickly scanned through it, his eyes soon settling on a Stamp. He narrowed his eyes, as if discussing with others, "I think... we need a little sister."

"No little sister, we need destruction! I like destruction!"

The rough voice boomed. Zhao Ke's face contorted in anger. He swung his fist, smashing it into the glass in front of him.

"Bang!"

The glass instantly shattered into pieces, the clinking and clattering echoing in the bathroom. Zhao Ke's pupils suddenly constricted.

It felt as if a large hand from deep within his consciousness had grabbed him, pulling him out of a state of chaos.

"Ah!!"

Zhao Ke's eyes snapped open. He shot up from the chair, looking around in a daze. He found himself sitting in a chair, though he had no idea when he had sat down.

Strangely, he had absolutely no recollection of how he had ended up sitting there. He looked at the steaming cup of coffee beside him; it seemed to have been freshly brewed.

On the table were also the vegetables and fruits he had planned to buy, along with five to six pounds of beef and other ingredients.

These were the exact ingredients he had intended to purchase.

Yet, he couldn't recall when he had gone out to buy them.

"Could it be..."

Thinking of the possibility of his condition relapsing, Zhao Ke's heart sank.

"It seems I still need to get a check-up."

Although he was reluctant, he knew he really needed to go see Wang Na.

There wasn't enough time today. It would be best to figure out how to control the other seven personalities after he returned from the horror space.

With that thought, he first summoned the Post Album and stored all the ingredients inside. These ingredients would be enough to ensure he wouldn't have to worry about food and drink for a while.

However, as the ingredients on the table were gradually put into the Post Album, a black box suddenly appeared before him.

Upon closer inspection, the black packaging box had a Stamp attached to it.

It had dark red edging, and the background featured a carousel with no heads. A doll stood on the carousel, making it increasingly unsettling the more he looked at it.

"A package!"

Seeing the package before him, Zhao Ke's heart skipped a beat. The surrounding space immediately began to distort.

"Time to go!"

A cold wind blew from somewhere, raising goosebumps all over Zhao Ke's body.

As a pitch-black, evil aura surged from the package, projecting a rotten hand that reached out and grabbed him. With a forceful pull, the world before his eyes instantly darkened.