The Parcel Returns

The blood-red text before his eyes quickly disappeared, but Zhao Ke noticed a countdown timer had started in the upper left corner of the Post Album.

"Tonight!"

Staring at the countdown timer 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.

It was like a child who had just learned they were going on a trip; there was nervousness about going far away, but also a little anticipation.

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

After his first bewildering experience entering the horror space, he felt much calmer psychologically the second time.

At least he wasn't as nervous as the first time, and with the Post Album as a storage artifact, 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 closet by his hand, pulling out an old-fashioned mobile phone.

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

"Ring... ring... Hello, who is this?" The voice was loud and strong; it was clearly Qi Liang.

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

At first, Qi Liang didn't understand, 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 there was only one person who knew about the wound on his thigh – him!

The thought of Zhao Ke's figure made Qi Liang's heart suddenly jump. "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.

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

Zhao Ke listened to Qi Liang's long explanation. It turned out he had also obtained a Stamp from Xiong Er, but it wasn't a special Stamp, just an ordinary one with a face value of 7 cents.

As for 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 since he had killed them individually and Qi Liang wasn't involved, they clearly had no connection to him.

"My next package arrives in four days. I don't know what situation I'll encounter, so 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 a dial tone came from the other end of the phone. He looked down, and the call had already ended.

When Qi Liang tried to call again, he heard, "The number you have dialed cannot be connected at this time. Please try again later."

"Crack!"

He pinched his fingers, crushed the SIM card, and threw it into the trash can. That kid Qi Liang, as usual, talked too much.

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. The Post Album could only exchange for a limited number of items, most of which were basic.

The few abilities that were somewhat practical had prices that made him wince.

At least, he couldn't afford those prices right now.

As for the cheaper ones, like Stamps that enhanced the body, boxing, etc., he had enough Post Points.

But he was neither interested in these Stamps nor did he find them useful.

Take a set of boxing Stamps, for example.

It could grant him a basic boxing set, [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 be?

Going head-to-head?

He'd probably break a few bones from 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 it wouldn't be difficult to deal with the next horror space.

"Jingle jingle..."

At this moment, Zhao Ke's ears twitched. He heard the doorbell downstairs. He went downstairs to check, and it was Wang Na.

Seeing Wang Na in person, Zhao Ke frowned. Yesterday, she had pestered him until he gave her his address, and he hadn't expected her to show up today.

"What are you doing here!"

Zhao Ke's tone wasn't good. Although his condition was recovering and Wang Na's advice had been quite helpful, that didn't mean Zhao Ke had even a shred of positive feeling towards her.

Faced with Zhao Ke's questioning, Wang Na seemed accustomed to it. Since she took over his treatment, Zhao Ke had only grudgingly shown a pleasant expression yesterday.

"I'd like you to come to my place for a more in-depth examination. Yesterday, despite so many people criticizing 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, experimented on.

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

"No!"

After Zhao Ke's decisive 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. Here's 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 particularly 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 and splashed cold water on his face, dispelling his remaining drowsiness. Looking in the mirror.

Perhaps due to his erratic sleep schedule, his complexion appeared a bit pale. His face was thin, and the stubble on his chin had started to grow unevenly.

He reached for the razor. "Buzz..." The blade scraped against his stubble, and 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 and hooked under his chin.

A sinister grin spread across his lips. He pressed his cheek against the mirror, opened his mouth slightly, and whispered in a light, effeminate voice, sounding almost like a woman: "This person... is so annoying."

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

"This woman is such a troublemaker."

Zhao Ke's voice became sharp again, but this time it was piercing, unlike the previous female voice. It sounded like a eunuch speaking in a pinched tone.

"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 returned, a hint of seduction mixed with an eerie quality, yet also possessing a commanding 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.

Facing a dazzling list of exchangeable items, Zhao Ke quickly searched. Soon, his eyes settled on a Stamp. He narrowed his eyes, as if discussing with others, and said, "I think... we need a little sister."

"No little sister, I want destruction! I like destruction!"

The rough voice rang out. Anger flashed across Zhao Ke's face, and he swung his fist, smashing it into the glass in front of him.

"Bang!"

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

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

"Aah!!"

Zhao Ke's eyes snapped open, and he abruptly stood up from the chair, looking around in a daze. He found himself sitting in a chair, though he had no idea when he had gotten there. He looked at the steaming cup of coffee by his hand; it seemed to have been freshly brewed.

On the table were also the vegetables and fruits he had planned to buy, along with five or 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 reluctant, he knew he really had to go see Wang Na.

There wasn't enough time today. He'd best 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 in it. These provisions would ensure he wouldn't have to worry about food and drink for a while.

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

Upon closer inspection, the black packaging box had a Stamp attached to it. The dark red border, the background of a headless carousel, and a doll standing on the horse made it increasingly unsettling the more he looked at it.

"A package!"

Seeing the package before him, Zhao Ke was taken aback. The surrounding space immediately began to distort.

"Time to go!"

A cold wind blew from nowhere, raising goosebumps all over Zhao Ke's body. As an extremely dark, evil aura emanated from the package, it projected a decaying hand that lunged at him. With a forceful pull, the world before his eyes suddenly darkened.