Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　While walking along the street in the early morning of heavy rain, Jenkins tried to associate the weather with bad luck, and told his father his thoughts. The old man thinks that he is thinking too much. With such time, it is better to think carefully about what to do first when you arrive at the church for a while.

　　 "Then, since the girl just now said that she was also involved in the negotiation, does it mean that we still have a chance to see fellow travelers next?"

　　 "Theoretically speaking, if that person is not involved in danger because of us."

　　 Jenkins estimated a 40-minute journey from the current location to the church, based on the fact that there is no obstacle to the future, and that he and his father are moving forward at a normal speed. In fact, the pace of the two is even faster, because they are not in the mood to walk in the rain, and the future is not hindered, of course it is impossible.

　　 After leaving the low-lying slum by the bridge, he turned into a shopping street that Jenkins and the original owner had never walked through. Even in bad weather, most of the shopkeepers are already open for business.

　　 Although both Dad and Jenkins had breakfast, they didn't mind drinking a cup of hot tea before moving on. Although it sounds like a waste of time, both of them know that the time they arrive at the church is not related to how fast they go.

　　 Not to mention, since just now, there have been changes in various parts of the city, and they are not the only ones who think that they may not be able to reach the church in time. Jenkins had already learned the clever plan of the church from his father. The church seemed to think that, if possible, it would take this opportunity to eliminate the vital power of most cultists entrenched in Nolan.

　　 This is of course difficult to do, but this time is really a good opportunity.

　　 It just so happened that the restaurant on the side of the road had opened, so they went in with peace of mind. Originally they left when they were ready to have a cup of tea, but after they got the menu, everyone ordered some meals.

　　 "Can we really do this?"

　　 He still has some thoughts about wasting time.

　　 "Negotiating started at ten o'clock, and now it's less than eight o'clock."

　　 Dad confirmed the time:

　　 "Besides, there may be strange things blocking the way for a while, and you will have strength when you are full, right?"

　　 The thinking mode of the elderly is probably somewhat different from that of Jenkins, but seeing that father is not nervous, Jenkins ordered another breakfast for his cat.

　　 I didn't eat much chocolate at home this morning. It seems that I was angry because Jenkins didn't take it home to rest last night. The timid cat hates the unfamiliar environment. But now the qi has disappeared, so my appetite is widened.

　　 did not stay in the restaurant for a long time, and it only took 15 minutes from entering to leaving. During this period, Jenkins did see some hurried gifters passing by the door, and they were all gifters he did not know. He believed that these were also members of the sect of false gods.

The rain continued to set off. At the end of the shopping street is a five-way intersection, where Jenkins and Daddy walked straight to the east, and then whether they choose to go to the southeast or to the due south , Can reach the church.

　　 "Which way do you go?"

　　 Standing by the mailbox at the intersection, Jenkins asked Dad.

　　 "I remember the two roads are the same close, either way is fine."

　　 "I think there are actually ambushes on both roads to stop us, so it's better to choose one at random."

　　 Jenkins suggested that, realizing that this might affect the future for the next hour, he tried to use [Unknown Road Ahead]. It's a pity that this is not a decision of fate, and the ability does not work at all.

　　 "Chocolate, which way to go?"

　　 He asked his cat again. The cat squeezed his head from the buttons of his coat, screamed, and went back, not intending to give Jenkins advice.

　　 He was about to make a decision with his father when he suddenly saw a man across the street, staggering across the street towards this side, some like a drunk drunk who couldn't control his pace.

　　 "Something is wrong."

　　 Dad also reminded.

　　 Seeing the staggering man ramming this way, Jenkins and Daddy avoided to the left and right respectively. The man slammed into the metal mailbox and made a loud noise.

　　 The human body can't compete with metal, so the person fell down, but there is no problem with the mailbox. The man fell face down in the puddle in front of the mailbox. Jenkins stood closer and even saw the gurgling sound of his face in the puddle. Fortunately, the water was relatively shallow, before the person was drowned. The water is sucked clean.

　　 "Be careful, if it's the ability like [Dead Explosion], it's dangerous to get close."

　　 Dad reminded Jenkins.

　　 "It's not a corpse explosion technique, this person is not dead... He is not a gifter, but how can there be a black spirit... We'd better stay away, this time it's a trick."

　　 In Jenkins' eyes, the black aura that didn't exist before appeared on both the mailbox and the man's body at the moment the man collided with the mailbox. As the man fell, the aura gradually strengthened, and broke through the lowest critical point of the aura of the creepy creature at an extremely fast speed.

　　 "What kind of trick is this?"

　　 "Do you consider me an encyclopedia? Unless it has a very special appearance, we can only judge the numbered items based on their characteristics. Have you forgotten what I taught you?"

　　 It is obviously not a good time to blame Jenkins. While talking with Jenkins, Dad and Jenkins have actually started thinking about running away. Although running away may not be useful when faced with crooks, it must be the simplest and most practical means of life-saving. This is the content of the first lesson the old man taught Jenkins. It is based on this that when he first met a flower girl, Jenkins ran away without even asking for change.

　　 But this trick obviously also has the ability to restrain space. Dad and Jenkins didn't run far before they discovered that they had actually returned to that empty intersection again. However, the man who collided with the mailbox had risen from the muddy ground. He held the mailbox full of raindrops with one hand. The original brown coat had also turned into army green, which was the uniform color of the postman.

　　 looked at the two people who had stopped running, the man had no whites in his eyes, they were all black. It was originally a human, but now there is no doubt that it is a trick.

　　 "There are not many crooks that use ordinary people's bodies as a means of showing up. Give me some time, I think..."

　　 Jenkins heard his father muttering to himself, and the two stood in the rain waiting for each other to speak as if they were facing enemies. It would be irrational to run away in this situation.

Section 2030 Chapter Two Thousand No Entry Without Allow

　　 "Do you have any letters to post?"

　　 The stranger took out a worn gray satchel from behind and straddled him, but there was clearly no place to hide behind him.

　　 Refusal to send a letter or really want to send a letter may cause trouble. Jenkins didn't speak, but looked at his father, and he saw his father clearly.

　　 [The appearance of the postman] + [Ask if you want to send a letter] These two points are very obvious features. I want to come to Dad already knows what it is.

　　 "Do you remember the little flower girl you met?"

　　 asked the old man.

　　 "Of course I remember, I have a deep memory."

　　 That experience changed Jenkins in a sense.

　　 "This is similar to that. This is A-11-2-3822 [Cheap Postman]. It can help people send whatever they want to send to the right person."

　　 "So daddy, what is the price?"

"The cost is related to the type of items to be mailed. Different items have to pay different costs. For example, the cost of sending a letter is one-third of the soul, and the cost of sending food is the permanent loss of five senses and the extra horrible hallucinations. Six senses... and refusing to post it will irritate this guy."

　　Crooks are not completely invincible and undead, most of the creeps have an upper limit on their combat effectiveness. But the danger of tricks lies not in their power but in their characteristics. For example, the girl who sells flowers, her own power is only at the level of a demigod, but the superposition of the identity of the flower girl and the basket makes her basically unable to defeat.

　　 Especially this kind of "rule-type" creeps, because their combat effectiveness is not strong, so their characteristics are more restraining. Neither Jenkins nor Dad thought of using force to solve the guy in front of him, Jenkins asked in a low voice:

　　 "So what are we going to do? Shall we gamble on luck? I don't like this."

　　 He noticed that a colorful arc appeared in the distant sky for an instant, but it disappeared in an instant, and he didn't know what was happening in the distance.

　　 "I don't like this either."

　　 Dad said with a sullen face, and then asked:

　　 "Is there any paper on me? Letter paper."

　　 "Yes."

　　 He put his hand in his arms, pulled away the paws of the chocolate, and then drew a piece of paper out of thin air and took it out. This seems suspicious, no one will just put a piece of paper in his arms, and the paper is not wrinkled, but the old man is too lazy to ask.

"[The cheap postman] is still a little different from the little girl selling flowers you meet. It doesn't have a physical body and can only appear by relying on actual humanoid creatures. Some very large exorcism rituals can Exile it temporarily, but it's definitely impossible for the two of us.

　　 In addition, the only safe and reliable way is to send the mail to a place where the postman can't deliver it. In this way, it can't be sent, and naturally we won't be charged for it. Moreover, this is because the postman cannot send it, and it is not our refusal, so it will not affect us. "

　　 "So can you write some exaggerated recipients?"

　　 "I know what you are thinking, Jenkins, of course not. I can only write about a mortal, and a living person, and this person must have met the writer, not just heard of it."

　　 The old man said again, this vetoed the options of the fortune-telling girl (extraordinary) or Mr. Pisco (not sure if he died) and others.

　　 "But how can a person who meets this condition live in a location that the postman can't deliver?"

　　 "If you can find similar people at once, the postman's risk level will not be so high."

　　 Dad asked for Jenkins' paper, and took a pen from his pocket. He made up his mind not to let Jenkins write, and no matter what went wrong, he would take care of it himself.

　　 Jenkins and the old man discussed a bit too long, the postman asked again:

　　 "Do you want to send a letter?"

　　 "Father, he seems to be unable to wait."

　　 "It doesn't matter, we are all safe before he asks the third time."

　　 Dad stuffed his umbrella to Jenkins, while he held a pen in one hand and a paper in the other, ready to write.

　　 "Father, I seem to see a stranger in the house opposite. It should not be a coincidence. I remember that the man who stumbled just now came from the direction of that house."

"It is certainly not possible to release such a trick through remote control. The current situation is different from when we met dancers, so it is not surprising that those cultists must be nearby. It's just that we can't get out now. Ways to catch them."

　　 "No, father, my consciousness is, can I get them here? Let them send the letter?"

　　 This idea is very good, but it is a pity that both Dad and Jenkins can't go away before sending the letter. Dad was still writing hard, while Jenkins held his umbrella to prevent raindrops from damaging the letter paper:

　　 "Father, we will encounter tricks, did the church anticipate it in advance?"

　　 "Yes, but originally thought that the probability of this is very small. But you can rest assured that I have a ferry ticket here, which can at least allow you to leave safely. Don't always disturb me, I'm writing seriously."

　　 "Father..."

　　 "Oh, Jenkins, I said, don't disturb me. Also, you don't seem to be nervous at all."

　　 Dad then noticed that Jenkins was looking around.

　　 "Tense?"

　　 he asked rhetorically:

　　 "Why are you nervous?"

　　 "Do you want to send a letter?"

　　 "Oops!"

　　 The old man exclaimed, speeding up his writing. The third question was quicker than he thought, and the letter could only end hastily. But before Dad clearly wrote the mailing address, Jenkins threw away Dad’s umbrella, covered them with one hand, and then put his hand in his arms.

　　 also patted off the small paws of the chocolate in his arms, and then took out an envelope, which was filled with various information, and even the stamps were affixed:

　　 "I want to send a letter."

　　 He said one step ahead of his father, his father was terrified, but Jenkins shook his head and signaled that it was all right:

　　 "This letter is addressed to my fiancee Brian Michal. I don't need to mail it to her. I hope it can be mailed to her bedroom and placed on the left side of her pillow."

　　 Two fingers clamped the envelope, and the third finger tapped on the address:

　　 "It must be delivered to this location."

　　 Jenkins’ mailing requirements are in full compliance with what the old man said, Britney is a mortal, she is still alive at the current point in time, but also living in the material world, the address Jenkins provided is also real.

　　 But the postman did not take the letter, but stared at Jenkins with black eyes. Jenkins looked at it without fear:

　　 "Yes, please send the letter to the Kingdom of Fiddicly-Nolan, West Coast-St. George Street-Second floor of the Williams House, the third bedroom on the left hand side of the stairs."

　　The problem is that Jenkins's house cannot be entered without permission.

　　PS: There are two thousand chapters in a blink of an eye. When I started this book, I really didn't expect it to be so long. Even more unexpectedly, there will be so much to write in the last volume. It's really not the author who deliberately delayed it, but that there are too many things to be explained clearly.

　　 But don’t worry, it’s really come to the end, I can’t determine the specific end time, but it won’t be too long.

Chapter 2031 Chapter Two Thousand One

　　 Even the church of the Orthodox Church is in danger of being invaded by tricks, but so far, no tricks have appeared directly in Jenkins's home, even the evil **** son born in the neighbor's house, did not dare to invade.

　　 The church itself is a place built by mortals to worship gods. It suppresses tricks, but it does not mean that it is completely prohibited. The Jenkins family is the residence of real gods, which is why Jenkins insists not to move, and must let the family leave Nolan after the final battle.

　　 "Can this letter be sent?"

　　 Jenkins asked after seeing that the other party was still silent. He took a step forward, the postman stepped back subconsciously, and then banged into the mailbox behind him.

　　 It was obvious that the impact sound was not very loud, the mailbox didn't even shake because of it, but the postman still fell down. He twitched on the ground, and the black aura disappeared quickly like paper in the fire, until it was completely gone, as if washed away by rain falling from the sky.

　　 Although the old man can't see the aura, he can feel the unique spiritual pollution and the disappearance of the oppressive force of the trick. He took a breath, bent down and picked up his umbrella:

　　 "I won't ask you what you did to your house, it would be good if you can successfully disperse it."

　　 "I feel the spirit, but it is very weak."

　　 "Normal, you just expelled it, not let it disappear completely."

　　 talking and looking at the house Jenkins just pointed out:

　　 "Are those cultists still inside?"

　　 "I am running away, just over the wall, there are three people, one at level 6, and the other two are not worth mentioning. If we chase now, maybe we can catch up."

　　 Dad thought for a while: