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!"
Staring at the countdown in the upper-left corner, Zhao Ke lay quietly in the coffin and took a deep breath.
He could not tell whether it was fear or excitement.
It was like a child learning he was about to travel far away—nervous about the journey, yet carrying a hint of anticipation.
Time was tight, so he naturally had to make good use of it.
After his first experience of being utterly helpless in that terrifying space,
he was much calmer mentally the second time around.
At the very least, he was no longer as nervous as before. 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 and went to the wardrobe beside him, pulling 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 your leg injury healed?"
Qi Liang did not understand at first, but upon hearing the latter half of the question, he instinctively touched his thigh. In fact, when they had returned from the terrifying space, all the injuries on their bodies had already disappeared.
And there was only one person who knew about the wound on his thigh.
Him!
At the thought of Zhao Ke, Qi Liang's heart skipped a beat. "It's you!"
"I thought you wouldn't call me. Let me tell you, did you open that package? I did, and 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 thought Zhao Ke was 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 one worth 7 Post Points.
As for the one from Xiong Er's mother, Qi Liang had obtained 3 Post Points.
Qi Liang did not mention Wang Xiaochang or Zhou Shun. Zhao Ke guessed that since he had killed those two alone and Qi Liang had not participated, they were apparently unrelated to him.
"My next package will arrive in four days. I don't know what I'll run into, so I'm planning to exchange for some things first. 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 came from the other end. Looking again, he saw that the call had already ended.
When Qi Liang tried calling back, he heard, "The number you have dialed cannot be connected at this time. 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 full of nonsense as ever.
Still, he had confirmed quite a few of Zhao Ke's suspicions.
Looking at the Post Points he had left, Zhao Ke considered things for a while before deciding not to exchange them for anything yet.
After all, he only had so many Post Points. The Post Album did not have many things available for exchange, and most of them were rather basic.
The occasional useful abilities were so expensive that they hurt just to look at.
At least, he could not afford those prices right now.
He did have enough Post Points for cheaper stamps, such as those that strengthened the body, granted toughness, taught martial arts, and so on.
But he was uninterested in those stamps, and he also felt they were useless.
Take one set of martial arts stamps, for example.
It could grant him a basic boxing set, Twenty-Eight Forms Military Boxing.
It sounded pretty good.
But against a black bear like Xiong Er, a land tank, what use would even the best boxing be?
Meet force with force?
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. Hearing the doorbell downstairs, he went down to take a look and found Wang Na outside.
Seeing Wang Na herself, 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 significantly, that did not mean Zhao Ke had the slightest favorable impression of her.
Wang Na seemed to have grown used to Zhao Ke's questioning. Since taking over his treatment, he had only barely shown her a pleasant expression yesterday.
"I want to invite you to my place for a more thorough examination. Yesterday, so many people accused you, yet your condition remained stable. That proves my method is correct, so..."
"No."
The moment he heard Wang Na mention going with her, Zhao Ke's face immediately turned icy. He could not accept becoming a lab rat for others to study.
"Don't overthink it. It's just a simple physical examination."
"No."
After receiving Zhao Ke's firm refusal again, Wang Na did not continue pressing him. She took out a business card and placed it on the table. "You have my office number. This has my private 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 do not know how far the recovery has gone, so do not 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.
He went into the bathroom, scooped up a handful of cold water, and splashed it on his face. The last traces of drowsiness faded away as 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 from the bluish shadow on his chin.
He picked up the razor. "Bzzz..." As the blade scraped over his stubble, Zhao Ke stared at himself in the mirror, his gaze gradually becoming unfocused.
He reached out and gently caressed his face. As if possessed, he formed his fingers into a flower-plucking gesture and hooked them beneath his chin.
A sinister smile rose at the corner of his mouth. Pressing his cheek lightly against the mirror, he parted his lips slightly. His voice was soft and feminine, almost 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 violence, and his voice became rough as he gritted his teeth and snarled, "Yeah, I hate sleeping in coffins! I hate sleeping in coffins!!"
"This woman is nothing but trouble."
This time, Zhao Ke's voice became shrill again. Unlike the earlier female voice, it was harsh and grating, like a eunuch speaking in a pinched voice.
"Keep her for now. We still need her."
Pointing a finger at Zhao Ke's nose in the mirror, the female voice emerged once more. It was charming yet strangely seductive, carrying the sharp authority of someone in power that silenced the other voices for the time being.
With a wave of his hand, Zhao Ke held the Post Album in his palm and flipped it open to the last page.
Facing the dazzling exchange list, Zhao Ke rapidly searched through it. Soon, his eyes settled on a stamp. Half-squinting as if consulting the others, he said, "I think... we need a little sister."
"No little sister. I want destruction! I like destruction!"
The rough voice rang out. Anger appeared on Zhao Ke's face as he swung a fist at the glass before him.
Bang!
The glass instantly exploded into fragments. The clinking collisions echoed through the bathroom as Zhao Ke's pupils suddenly contracted.
It was as though a giant hand had suddenly reached into the depths of his consciousness, forcefully grabbed him, and pulled him out of a sea of chaos.
"Ah!!"
Zhao Ke's eyes flew open. He sprang up from the chair, staring blankly around him. He had somehow been sitting in a chair.
Strangely, Zhao Ke had no memory whatsoever of when he had sat down. The steaming coffee beside him seemed freshly brewed.
The table was also covered with vegetables, fruit, and five or six pounds of beef, along with other ingredients he had bought.
These were all ingredients he had originally planned to purchase.
Yet he could not remember when he had gone out shopping.
"Could it be..."
Thinking of the possibility that his illness had acted up again, Zhao Ke's heart sank.
"It looks like I still need to get examined."
Although unwilling, he knew he truly needed to visit Wang Na.
There was no time today. It would be best to wait until he returned from this terrifying space; then he had to find another way to control 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 have to worry about food or drink for quite some time.
However, as the ingredients on the table were gradually stored in the Post Album, a black box suddenly appeared before him.
Looking closely, he saw a stamp attached to the black package.
It had a dark-red border. The background showed a headless carousel horse, and a rag doll stood atop it, growing more chilling the longer one looked at it.
"The package!"
Seeing the package before him, Zhao Ke froze. The surrounding space immediately began to twist.
"Time to go!"
A cold wind blew from nowhere, raising goosebumps all over Zhao Ke's body.
As an utterly dark, evil aura poured out of the package, it formed the image of a rotting hand that grabbed him and yanked hard. In an instant, the world before his eyes plunged into darkness.
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