Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Even ordinary people may not be able to clean their mouths.

Those bandits who hide in the mountains every day, hungry and full, don't have time to clean their mouths.

Besides, Zhao Ke's unusual spirituality is not comparable to that of bandits who only know how to rob houses.

After asking a few simple questions, the man quickly rode back to the caravan.

Behind the carriage through the curtain, after whispering a few words.

Seeing the man turn back quickly: "Little master, I think it will be dark soon, why don't you go with me, my master is also a Buddhist believer, and we will go on the road together, so we can have someone to take care of us."

As soon as the man finished speaking, the carriage came from behind, the curtain was opened, and an old man in a brown coat emerged from the carriage.

As soon as he picked up the curtain, Zhao Ke smelled a strong smell of incense and dust.

"Little master, it's getting late today, let's find a place to rest together."

The old man looked Zhao Ke up and down, although there was no scar on Zhao Ke's head, but there was a sense of spirituality on his body, standing there, made the old man feel a lot of closeness in his heart.

The more I look at it, the more I feel that this is fate.

"So, thank you benefactor."

Zhao Ke clasped his hands together, his heart was happy, he stayed with these people temporarily for one night, and we will talk about it tomorrow.

After all, Zhao Ke is not clear about the situation in the mysterious place.

Wang Mazi disappeared too.

The most important thing is that with the cover of these people and pretending to be a monk, even if you really meet the postman, you don't have to worry about being suspected.

Seeing this, the old man was very happy, and specially invited Zhao Ke to come into his carriage.

It can be seen that the old man is definitely a faithful believer. After inviting Zhao Ke into the carriage, he asked for advice: "I don't know the name of the little master..."

"The poor monk's garden is true."

Zhao Ke smiled and chatted with the old man.

After chatting, I found out that the old man was called Jia San and was going to Qingzhou Mansion, and the escorts he hired were outside.

After chatting for a while, the carriages and horses stopped, and a group of people began to temporarily set up tents.

Cook rice and boil water.

Although the taste is not very good, Zhao Ke enjoys a sip of hot tea.

I slept in a tent for four people.

In addition to himself, there are three bodyguards in the bodyguard bureau.

After a while, Jia San came over and gave Zhao Ke a set of old clothes and boots.

After Zhao Ke replaced, let alone, if he didn't look carefully, Wang Mazi might not necessarily recognize him, let alone those postmen who had never met him.

Lie down in the tent, and the other three bodyguards kept watch one by one.

Zhao Ke didn't need to watch the night, he chatted with the other two bodyguards, and then lay down.

"I don't know, how is Wang Mazi doing now?"

Thinking of Wang Mazi, Zhao Ke didn't know what to say. Although this guy lost his ability, his strength should not be underestimated.

It's just that I have lost track now, and I don't know what the situation is like.

Zhao Ke couldn't help but sweat for him in his heart, he could only say that he tried his best to search for it, but if he couldn't find it, he could only ignore him for the time being.

Although this is selfish.

But my time is even tighter, and I don't know what the old man's situation is like now.

Zhao Ke lay in the tent and took out the jade token from the storage ring.

I saw the jade tablet flickering, a ray of fluorescence flashing to the east, as if to remind Zhao Ke to go east.

"Let's see tomorrow, if not, go east first!"

Zhao Ke put away the jade tablet, intending to talk about it tomorrow, lying on the quilt, thinking in his heart whether he should borrow Jia San's horse tomorrow.

Suddenly, a pungent smell made Zhao Ke's slightly closed eyes suddenly open, he moved his body lightly, and glanced sideways.

In the pitch-black tent, the other two bodyguards were sleeping soundly.

As for the outside of the tent, the shadow of the night watchman could be faintly seen.

It's just that in the air, the pungent smell is getting stronger and stronger. This smell is very familiar to Zhao Ke, it's the smell of human oil.

Chapter 825

It's not corpse oil, it's human oil.

In the pungent smell, if you smell it carefully, you can tell that there is also a particularly sour smell in it.

The oil refined from the fat of a living person is absolutely different from the oil refined from the corpse of a dead person.

At this point, Zhao Ke can be sure of the difference between the two.

After thinking about it, Zhao Ke quietly stood up.The cat walked to the edge of the tent.

With a flick of a finger, he gently opened the tent a crack, and glanced coldly outside the tent.

Under the bonfire in the camp, the surrounding area was quiet except for the occasional chirping of insects. The bodyguard in charge held the knife in his hand and sat by the bonfire. Occasionally, he quietly took out a gourd from his arms, opened the stopper, and drank it in his mouth. Take a sip.

Zhao Ke looked at it for a while, but found nothing wrong.

He lifted his nose and sniffed again, and found that the smell just now was gone.

"No more? Am I thinking too much?"

Zhao Ke hesitated to see it, but suddenly Zhao Ke looked at the back of his hand!He found that his fine hairs stood up one by one.

A chill came from behind.

The sharp murderous intent was like a sharp sword, making Zhao Ke's back muscles tense.

Without looking back, he wiped his finger on the storage ring calmly, and lightly held it on Xue Jizi's handle.

"Hey, monk, what are you doing?"