Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

The most annoying thing is that the amount of information Mei Jiugu gave them is very misleading.

This is not to say that the information is false, on the contrary, Zhao Ke believes that many of the information in it are true, at least most of the information has been confirmed by him.

But real information, when inappropriate, will only mislead them.

If the horror space passed, the full score is 100.So this time their score is only 60 points, just passed the pass line.

As for Mei Jiugu's death, he was only assisting from the sidelines, and it could only be regarded as an assist. In the end, it was the most inconspicuous person, Wang Heng and Wang Wei's biological mother, who really killed her.

It can only be said that the fate is full of twists and turns. Aunt Mei has calculated so many twists and turns every step of the way, without any omissions, but in the end, she ignored Wang Heng whose memory was deleted.

But the one who deleted Wang Heng's memory was the already blackened Wang Wei.

There are so many coincidences that Mei Jiugu herself may not be able to realize it. She can only say that it is up to people to make things happen.

Therefore, Zhao Ke didn't feel any dissatisfaction with this harvest. He was actually extremely lucky to be able to come back alive.

oh!And her, Zhao Ke silently looked at his crotch, thinking about the fourth head again.

What Ji Wusui means seems to be that his future timeline has been erased, completely wiped out.

Even if Ji Wusui imprinted his own body, he still couldn't find his future self.

This is not a time period, but refers to the entire future.

To put it simply, in the next horror space, he is likely to die.

Of course, besides death, there are many other possibilities, that is, being trapped in another plane forever, so Ji Wusui can't find himself.

"It's very troublesome!"

Zhao Ke bit the cigarette holder by his mouth and looked up at the ceiling above his head. Under his lazy personality, Zhao Ke's brain quickly began to analyze his current situation.

In fact, after all, the only thing I lack most now is one word: "Money!"

As the cook said at the time, I will be very short of postage points, and the importance of postage points will only increase.

Whether it's low-level, intermediate, or even high-level.

No matter how many postcents you earn, there will always be tension when you spend them.

At this time, Zhao Ke suddenly understood why those mid-level postmen were willing to accept the support of those shop owners in the ghost market. They were really short of money.

Breathing out a mouthful of green smoke, he lay heavily on the sofa, looking at the cloud of smoke floating up in front of him, invisible and invisible in the air, Zhao Ke's expression was rarely relaxed.

My mind began to think quickly about how to make money.

"Bang bang bang..."

At this time, a knock on the door interrupted Zhao Ke's thoughts, and he quickly put away the urn on the table.

Zhao Ke went to the door and opened it.

Outside the door, Mo Ju stood in front of the door, bowed deeply to Ke Zhao, and said apologetically, "Sorry, we can't contact the chef for the time being, she is no longer in the Red Smoke Restaurant."

"Not in the Red Smoke Pavilion!"

Zhao Ke couldn't help taking a step forward, the strong breath on his body shocked Mo Ju, and he couldn't help but think of the scene of Zhao Ke stabbing himself when the two met for the first time.

His face turned pale, and he couldn't help but step back until his body was against the wall behind him.

"She's not in the Red Smoke Pavilion, did she leave? Or did she enter the horror space?"

"I don't know. She is not a servant of our Red Smoke Pavilion. We have no right to assign her any assignments, nor can we get any news about her. She is a free person. At least in this ghost city, she has absolute freedom."

Mo Ju stared at Zhao Ke, and quickly calmed down.

Zhao Ke stared at Mo Ju's face. After a moment of silence, he nodded, "Excuse me!"

No matter what Mo Ju said is true or not, Zhao Ke has no meaning to stay here, he is poor now and doesn't have enough postal points to buy any news or stamps.

The second is that time is tight. Although there is a time difference between the ghost market and the outside world, it is impossible for me to stay here for too long.

Three... I don't (gan) prostitute.

So there's no point in staying here, it's better to bang bang luck elsewhere in the ghost city.

Braised cooking is no better than other dishes, the cook's pot is top-notch stewed, as long as it is cooked, it will be full of fragrance, and you can smell it two streets away.

As long as the other party doesn't leave the ghost market, Lu Zhu must still be with him, maybe try his luck, what if he can meet?

Standing on the building of the Red Smoke House.

Mo Ju looked at the back of Zhao Ke leaving, her expression became complicated, and she raised her head carefully to see the mother-in-law beside her.

But Naihe was full of curiosity in his heart, but he didn't ask any more questions.

Perhaps it was Mo Ju's cautious attitude that was the main reason why she was favored by Granny Hong.

"Let that smoker follow."

There was no joy or anger on the mother-in-law's face, but the careful Mo Ju could still notice that this red mother-in-law, who never showed joy or anger easily, was in a bad mood today.

Take a look at the chopping board, you can see that a few cuts have been added. In the past, there has never been an example of chopping cuts on the cutting board.

At least for a cook, chopping a cutting board is a bad habit.

Zhao Ke wandered around the ghost market, and finally went to the Lion House, and still ordered a table of food for Butcher Box.

There are chicken, duck and fish, as well as delicacies from mountains and seas, and of course many protected animals that are not allowed to be eaten in reality.

Usually this is the food for one person in Butcher Box, but today there is one more.

It's sambar.

Zhao Ke specially ordered a table of tonic dishes for him, and also used small tonics to bless him.

After all, medicine is worse than food.

How about just eating those bland things?

The Butcher's Box was not afraid of cold food, but while eating, staring at Zhao Ke with resentful little eyes, muttered in his mouth: "Bah, it's eating feed again."

"Huh? What did you say? I didn't hear clearly?" (￣_,￣)

|°▽°|: "It's so fragrant!"

He cast a pair of eyes on the Butcher's Box, Zhao Ke didn't bother to pay attention to it, this guy's brain is getting better and better now, Zhao Ke specially ordered more than ten pig's brains for him.