Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

"Well, that's right, it's the altar. The altar is actually a well. If you jump down, there is hope that you can restore your natal stamp."

Smoking Gun said, grinning: "So, you still have to leave here with me. Let's be brothers. I never want to tell anyone about this secret."

Smoking Gun has a face full of righteousness, but coupled with his sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, it always makes people feel that this guy is a bit like a liar at the train station who claims to be your fellow.

Of course, Smoking Gun didn't tell Zhao Ke that this method was naturally impossible to be free.

The corpses from the mysterious place need to be used as sacrifices. The more and more powerful the sacrifices, the better the effect.

However, there is no need to worry about this kind of thing.

As long as Zhao Ke is willing to follow him out of here, are you still worried that there will be no sacrifice?

This guy might be the future prince, as long as he doesn't die, there are plenty of resources for him in the Red Mist Pavilion.

Thinking of this, in the heart of the smoker, it is impossible to be jealous.

But self-knowledge is still there, but I still feel uncomfortable when I think about it.

However, Zhao Ke's next answer was like a bucket of cold water poured on the head of the big smoking gun.

"Don't go!"

The simple and decisive words did not give Big Smoker any room for maneuver.

It made the smoker so angry that he wanted to go crazy.

Chapter 809 Thunderbolt!

"But..." Smoking Gun wanted to continue persuading.

However, Zhao Ke no longer intends to chat with him anymore.

"I don't care who asked you to come, what purpose you have, if you want me to leave, I will find that cook and leave together."

"You..." Looking at Zhao Ke's back, Smoky Gun really went crazy.

Zhao Ke refused to leave, how could he go back to meet business?

He just went back licking his face like this, and told Granny Hong that this guy refused to come out desperately, what should I do?

Do you want another big waist?

"Are you finished?"

Seeing Zhao Ke coming back, Yi Ren's eyes were full of curiosity, and he glanced at the big smoking gun behind him, who got up and left dejectedly.

"Ok!"

Zhao Ke nodded, and didn't continue to lead the topic in this direction. With a glance, he saw that Yi Ren was still holding a new set of quilts in his arms.

Wang Mazi was carrying two sets, and a lot of food on his back.

It seems that this time he relied on his physical strength to snatch a lot of supplies.

Standing cheerfully at the back, looking at Zhao Ke, a little bit of showing off.

At this time, Yi Ren handed the set of quilts in his hand to Zhao Ke, "This is the material I received, but I received a set before, and this set is for you."

Looking at the quilt handed to him, Zhao Ke didn't reach out to pick it up: "No need!"

Even if the natal stamp was destroyed by him, his physical body still surpassed that of ordinary people, even if his strength was not comparable to that of a melee master like Wang Mazi.

But full of resilience, the general cold and heat have no feeling for Zhao Ke.

More importantly, Zhao Ke didn't intend to stay here for a long time at all. If Fat Pig was right, once the mysterious place appeared, he could take the opportunity to leave here.

If he really can't find the cook, he will leave here in the end.

Even if it is very stable and comfortable here, except that there is no freedom, you can basically live a lifetime in safety.

Zhao Ke once imagined such a comfortable life.

But fantasies are fantasies, Zhao Ke himself feels that if he really lives like this for a while, he will soon get tired of this place.

But if you want to leave, it's not like entering a ghost market like a big smoker.

This guy, the more Zhao Ke thought about it, the more suspicious he became.

How did he get in, and how could he take himself out.

Think about being frozen in nothingness and being ambushed this time.

In short, maybe the big smoke stick was a good intention, Zhao Ke didn't dare to believe him.

Seeing that Zhao Ke didn't want these quilts, Yi Ren had no choice but to hold them by herself.

The three gradually walked around the entire abandoned place step by step.

Except for the broken house where they lived.

Occasionally, Zhao Ke will see some specially excavated fields.

In addition to the black potatoes that Zhao Ke had seen before, there were also many ingredients that Zhao Ke had never seen before.

For example, the one in front of me looks a bit like a shrunken watermelon.

"what is that?"

Looking at these planted things, Zhao Ke felt quite fresh.

Step forward and grab one.

"Ugh!"

Yi Ren who was following saw Zhao Ke reaching out to grab him, and just opened his mouth to remind him, but Wang Mazi gently pulled his arm.

Wang Mazi looked at Zhao Ke with a smirk on his face, as if he was planning to see Zhao Ke make a fool of himself.

It was about the size of a palm, and after tearing it apart, a strong spicy smell gushed out.

The spicy taste is not only pungent, but also particularly spicy to the eyes.

Zhao Ke held his hands so far, his eyes were still burning and hurting, and it felt like his entire eyeballs were about to burn.

Fortunately, Zhao Ke quickly wiped his face with his fingers, and calmly used the source hand to suck the hot air from his cheeks into his palm.

Only then did he see clearly that the thing that looked like a small watermelon in front of him was actually a pepper.