The Package Arrives Again

The bloody words before his eyes 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 corner, Zhao Ke lay quietly in the coffin and took a deep breath.

He could not say whether it was fear or excitement.

It was like a child learning that he was about to leave on a trip—nervous about traveling far away, yet carrying a small sense of anticipation.

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

After his first helpless experience in that terrifying space,

he was much calmer mentally the second time around.

At least he was no longer as nervous as before. Besides, with a storage miracle like the Post Album, things could not have been more convenient for him.

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

He climbed out of the coffin, walked to the wardrobe nearby, and fished out an old-fashioned phone.

Following the number Qi Liang had shouted from memory, he quickly dialed it.

"Beep... beep... Hello, who is this?" The loud, powerful voice made it obvious that it was Qi Liang.

"It's me! Has the injury on your leg healed?"

At first, Qi Liang did not understand, but upon hearing the latter half, he instinctively touched his thigh. In truth, when they had left the terrifying space, all their injuries had already disappeared.

And there was only one person who knew about the wound on his thigh.

Him!

The moment Zhao Ke's figure came to mind, Qi Liang was startled. "It's you!"

"I thought you wouldn't call me. Let me tell you, did you open that package? I did. Guess what? I got a Post Album, a really amazing Post Album, and stamps too..."

Qi Liang spoke excitedly.

Zhao Ke's call pleasantly surprised Qi Liang, and he immediately began sharing what he had gained after returning to reality.

Although Zhao Ke had stabbed his thigh and Qi Liang had even witnessed Zhao Ke kill someone,

Qi Liang still considered Zhao Ke a decent person. His methods were merely a little too extreme.

After listening to Qi Liang ramble on, Zhao Ke learned that Qi Liang had also obtained Xiong Er's stamp. However, the stamp Xiong Er had received was not a special stamp, but an ordinary stamp worth 7 Post Points.

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

As for Wang Xiaochang and Zhou Shun, Qi Liang did not mention them. Zhao Ke guessed that he had killed those two alone, and Qi Liang had not taken part, so they clearly had nothing to do with him.

"My next package will arrive in four days. I have no idea what I'll encounter then, so I'm planning to exchange for some things first. Did you know that... beep beep beep."

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

Qi Liang had wanted to continue sharing his thoughts, but before he could finish, the disconnected tone sounded from the other end. When he looked again, the call had already ended.

When Qi Liang tried calling back, he heard, "The number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later."

"Crack!"

With a squeeze of his fingers, Zhao Ke crushed the SIM card and tossed it into the trash. Qi Liang was as long-winded as ever.

Still, he had confirmed quite a few of Zhao Ke's guesses.

Looking at the Post Points he had left, Zhao Ke pondered for a while before deciding not to exchange anything for now.

After all, he only had so many Post Points. The Post Album did not actually offer many things for exchange, and most of them were basic items.

There were occasionally a few rather practical abilities, but their prices were painfully high.

At least, he could not afford those prices right now.

As for the cheaper ones, such as stamps that enhanced the body, strengthened it like diamond, or taught boxing techniques, he had enough Post Points for those.

But Zhao Ke was not interested in those stamps, and he also felt they were useless.

Take one of the boxing stamps, for example.

It could grant him a set of basic boxing techniques: Twenty-Eight Forms Military Boxing.

It sounded pretty good.

But if he faced a black bear like Xiong Er, a land tank,

what use would even the best boxing techniques be?

Fight it head-on?

One slap would probably break several of his bones.

Besides, he already had two special stamps: Bear Coat and Breath of Nature.

Even without exchanging for abilities, dealing with the next terrifying space should not be too difficult.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong..."

At that moment, Zhao Ke's ears twitched as he heard the doorbell downstairs. When he went down to look, he found Wang Na.

Seeing Wang Na in person, Zhao Ke frowned. She had pestered him yesterday until he gave her his address, yet she had come looking for him today.

"What are you here for!"

Zhao Ke's tone was far from friendly. Although Wang Na's advice had helped his condition recover considerably, that did not mean Zhao Ke had even the slightest favorable impression of her.

Wang Na seemed to have grown used to Zhao Ke's questioning. Since taking over his treatment until now, only yesterday had Zhao Ke barely shown her a pleasant expression.

"I want to invite you to my place for a more thorough examination. Yesterday, so many people criticized you, but your condition remained stable. That proves my method is correct, so..."

"I'm not going!"

The moment he heard Wang Na mention going to her place, Zhao Ke's face immediately turned frosty. He could not accept becoming a lab rat for others to study.

"Don't overthink it. It's just a relatively simple physical examination."

"I'm not going!"

After receiving Zhao Ke's firm refusal again, Wang Na did not force the matter. She took out a business card and placed it on the table. "You have my office number. This has my personal number and address. If you have any questions, you can call me or come find me directly."

"Oh, and although your condition has improved, we still don't know how far the recovery has gone. So don't go to any overly stimulating entertainment venues." Before leaving, Wang Na reminded him once more.

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

Entering the bathroom, he splashed a handful of cold water over his face, washing away what little sleepiness he had left. Then he looked into the mirror.

Perhaps because his sleep schedule had been completely reversed, his complexion looked somewhat pale. His cheeks were thin, and uneven stubble had begun to emerge beneath the bluish shadow on his chin.

He picked up the razor. "Bzz..." As the blade scraped across his stubble, Zhao Ke stared fixedly at his reflection, his gaze gradually turning unfocused.

He reached out and gently stroked his own face. As though possessed, he formed a flower-plucking gesture with his fingers and hooked them beneath his chin.

A sinister smile curled across his lips. Pressing his cheek lightly against the mirror, he parted his lips slightly. His voice was soft and feminine, surprisingly like a woman's, as he murmured, "This person... is so annoying."

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Ke's expression changed again. His face filled with hostility, and his voice turned rough as he gritted his teeth and snarled, "Yes, I hate sleeping in coffins! I hate sleeping in coffins!!"

"That woman is nothing but trouble."

This time, Zhao Ke's voice became shrill again. Unlike the previous female voice, it was piercing, like a eunuch speaking in an affected falsetto.

"Keep her around for now. We still need her."

Pointing a finger at Zhao Ke's nose in the mirror, the woman's voice sounded again. It was delicate yet demonic, carrying the sharp authority of someone in a high position, silencing the other voices for the moment.

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

Before his eyes was a dazzling exchange list. Zhao Ke quickly searched through it, and soon his gaze settled on a stamp. Half-squinting, as if discussing it with the others, he said, "I think... we need a little sister."

"No little sister. Destruction! I like destruction!"

The rough voice rang out. Anger appeared on Zhao Ke's face as he swung his fist and smashed it into the glass before him.

Bang!

The glass instantly shattered. The clinking sounds echoed through the bathroom as Zhao Ke's pupils suddenly contracted.

It was as if a giant hand had suddenly seized him deep within his consciousness and yanked him out of chaos.

"Ah!!"

Zhao Ke's eyes flew open, and he abruptly rose from the chair. He stared around in confusion, only to realize that he was somehow sitting in a chair.

Strangely, Zhao Ke had no recollection whatsoever of when he had sat down there. Looking at the steaming coffee beside him, it seemed to have just been brewed.

The table also held vegetables, fruit, and five or six pounds of beef, along with other ingredients he had purchased.

These were all ingredients he had originally planned to buy.

Yet he could not remember when he had gone out to purchase them.

"Could it be..."

Thinking that he might have suffered another episode, Zhao Ke's heart sank.

"Looks like I still need to get examined."

Though unwilling, he knew he really needed to visit Wang Na.

There was no longer enough time today. It would be best to wait until he returned from this terrifying space, then find a way to regain control over the other seven personalities.

With that in mind, he summoned the Post Album and stored all the ingredients inside. These supplies were enough to ensure that he would not need to worry about food and drink for a while.

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

Taking a closer look, Zhao Ke saw that a stamp was attached to the black package.

It had dark red edging. The background showed a headless carousel, and a rag doll stood atop one of the wooden horses. The longer he looked, the more unsettling it became.

"A package!"

Seeing the package before him, Zhao Ke froze. The surrounding space immediately began to twist.

"Time to hit the road!"

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

As an utterly dark, evil aura surged from the package, it projected the image of a rotten hand. The hand grabbed him and yanked hard, and the world before his eyes instantly plunged into darkness.