Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

"Hey, you found such a...a...exquisite product from there."

Wiping the drool off the corner of his mouth with his hand, Big Smoking Gun rubbed his face while talking to Zhao Ke.

The vomit almost got stuck in his throat, recalling the scene of Yi Ren smiling at him just now, Smoky Gun couldn't help shivering all over his body.

It felt like someone had punched me hard in the stomach.

"It seems that you are not from here. How did you come in?" Zhao Ke ignored the issue of the smoking gun. Hearing what he said, the suspicious light in Zhao Ke's eyes became more intense.

At first, Zhao Ke thought that the big smoking gun was trapped here.

But now... Zhao Ke doesn't think so.

If Smoking Gun was trapped in an abandoned place like himself, how could he not recognize Yiren.

"How did you get in? It wasn't your ancestor who made me miserable."

Big Smoke sent a hundred greetings to Zhao Ke in his heart.

"There is also the red lady, who is also a crazy woman. I didn't tell the grandson about the abandoned place. You asked me to persuade him how to retreat in spite of the difficulties. If the job is done, you don't want to reward it. And cut off my big waist."

But this sentence, Smoking Gun only dared to arrange it in his heart.

I lent him a hundred guts, but he didn't have the guts to speak out.

I'm afraid that Grandma Hong will find out, and she will spoil herself in a blink of an eye!

In fact, with the cunning of the big smoking gun, how could Zhao Ke easily see so many flaws.

In fact, the big smoking gun was forced to be helpless.

How to say that sentence, care is chaos.

Along the way, he was only thinking about how to invite this ancestor out.

There were too many details, so I didn't think about it at all, but I didn't expect Zhao Ke to see so many problems in just one meeting.

But the Smoking Gun is, after all, the Smoking Gun, cunning and great.

Rolling his eyes, he said with a smile: "Hey, brother, it's really fate. I recently got a good job in the ghost market, and I was responsible for distributing some living supplies to the abandoned places."

Smoking Gun said, pointing to the supplies at the back, and said, "Look, I delivered those supplies. It's a good job for the elderly, and it's hard to find."

Big Smoking Gun was afraid that Zhao Ke would not believe it, so he opened his palm, and saw that a unique brand had been left on it.

This is the slave seal that Smoking Gun told Zhao Ke before.

Branded on this, life and death will be controlled by the ghost market from now on, but from then on, there is no need to continue to enter the horror space.

Therefore, for some postmen, this slave seal is simply the best way to get rid of the sea of ​​suffering.

Of course, once the slave imprint is planted, it means that he will become a slave of the ghost city from now on.

This kind of price is obviously not something that everyone can easily accept.

Like Zhao Ke, he would never accept this so-called freedom.

Zhao Ke nodded suspiciously.

"Hey, big brother, what did you do, how did you come here?"

Big Smoking Gun didn't dare to make Zhao Ke think too much, so he hastily changed the subject.

Hearing this, Zhao Ke couldn't help frowning.

"Hehe, it's fine if you don't say it, but if you're a friend, don't say I'm not mean enough, or I'll take you out later."

In order to prevent Zhao Ke from being suspicious, Smoking Gun immediately raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes: "Of course, this is not free."

If it were just one person, after hearing the news, they would definitely be so happy from ear to ear.

Although it is comfortable here, it is still in a cage after all. Compared with the colorful world outside, they envy it more, and naturally desire to leave from here.

It's just that Zhao Ke is different. He tried his best and even showed the courage of Yu Sui to enter the abandoned land.

The purpose is to find the whereabouts of the cook.

Leave now?How could Zhao Ke agree, and resolutely refused: "Then there is no need, besides, I have no money."

Seeing Zhao Ke's refusal, the face of the big smoking gun flickered for a while, and he couldn't help stamping his feet and cursing in anger.

"Fuck, it's really fucking difficult to serve." I greeted Zhao Ke again in my heart.

But Smoking Gun's eyes lit up quickly, and he said with a smile, "Oh, that's not necessarily the case, what if you recover your natal stamp?"

"Restore the original stamp!"

Upon hearing these six words, Zhao Ke's pupils suddenly burst into a bright light.

Not to mention, the rarity of his natal stamp.

It is just the addition of various natural abilities, which can be said to have laid a very high foundation for his future.

If it wasn't for the old man, I really couldn't wait any longer.

Zhao Ke had no choice but to make such a bad move.

Otherwise, how could he be willing to smash his natal stamp.

Therefore, even though Zhao Ke hated the big smoking gun in his heart, he always felt that this guy was plotting something wrong.

But when he heard these words, Zhao Ke's heart beat faster and he stared at the big smoking gun.

"Crushed stamps, can they be restored??"

In fact, the Smoking Gun might be sure about this matter, because Granny Hong told him about it.

At that time, I learned that there was actually such a way.

Smoking Gun himself was also very surprised.

But come to think of it, since Granny Hong used her own words to tell this little ancestor in front of her, there should be no falsehood.

"You know the altar in the ghost city, right?"

Zhao Ke nodded, this altar, or the big smoking gun told him.

It is used to sacrifice the corpses obtained from the mysterious place, and it seems that new stamps can be obtained from those corpses.