Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Subconsciously wanted to call him, but upon closer inspection, Zhao Ke swallowed the words he was about to shout.

Although the two didn't know each other very well, Wang Mazi in front of him was not in the right state.

Maybe it's because he practiced martial arts since he was a child, even though Wang Mazi doesn't have the ability of a stamp, standing there still makes people feel vigorous and heavy.

But Wang Mazi in front of him was not so much walking out of the coffin as he was floating out of the coffin.

Zhao Ke glanced sideways, and saw that Wang Mazi's toes were actually standing on the ground.

Heels are one foot off the ground.

"Ghost close."

Zhao Ke's heart skipped a beat. He is no longer the old Amon. There are some things that Zhao Ke has heard of even if he has never seen them.

Ghost stickers people, awesome people.

Zhao Ke has read some ancient books that record that ghosts knocked people's heels up and pushed their feet together, making people unable to fall to the ground and clinging to people's bodies.

After a long time, this person's body has completely turned into the shell of a ghost.

It's just that Zhao Ke is surprised that with Wang Mazi's strength, even without the ability of stamps.

But Wang Mazi's physique, to ordinary ghosts, was like a red-hot charcoal stove. Wouldn't anyone who posted him be looking for death?

However, no matter how suspicious Zhao Ke was, Wang Mazi in front of him was already entangled by a ghost.

Wang Mazi stepped out of the coffin, and looked at Zhao Ke with cloudy eyes.

He raised his nose and sniffed, and couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of spit.

A little ghost like that human skin ghost can't smell such a fragrance.

But he could smell it.

From the inside to the outside of Zhao Ke's body, there was a faint fragrance, like beef soaked in a medicine jar.

In addition to the aroma of the beef itself, there was also a faint herbal aroma, which made him stick out his tongue and lick two mouthfuls of spit at the corner of his mouth.

"Little monk, you said his cooking is not as delicious as yours? I don't believe it!"

Pushing away the big man in front of him, the possessed Wang Mazi stepped forward.

"Amituofu, the monks don't lie. Look at the good ingredients. He insists on steaming, which not only destroys the beauty of this dish, but also destroys the original artistic conception of this dish."

Zhao Ke pointed to the heads in the steamer and said.

Wang Mazi didn't care, just walked by Zhao Ke's side, circled around Zhao Ke, approached Zhao Ke for a sniff from time to time.

Staring at Zhao Ke's back, he thought in his heart that it would be better to speak from that place later.

As for what Zhao Ke said, he didn't listen to it at all.

The human skin ghost cooks for him over and over again every day, but it's just the same.

It's gone, it's gone.

On the contrary, the monk in front of him has a natural medicinal fragrance in his flesh, making his mouth water.

Take it back, cut off a foot today, and eat it raw, the taste is also very good.

When I get hungry next time, I'll cut off my fingers, just enough to serve as a meal.

Thinking of this, a smile gradually appeared on Wang Mazi's face.

"Although there is not much meat on the head, it's a pity to throw it away like this. You only need a large pot, heat the pot with oil, wrap it with bran and sprinkle a pinch of salt, and fry it three times. A layer of sesame seeds, bite it down, the outside is crispy and the inside is tender, and the gravy inside is rich and delicious, once you suck it in your mouth, the taste... Hey, the kid next door can cry."

Zhao Ke described it vividly, the more Wang Mazi listened, his mind couldn't help filling his brain with pictures, his eyes were waiting for Zhao Ke's bald head, and his mouth was drooling greedily.

"Okay, okay, it just so happens that my majesty is going to hold an ancestor worship banquet tomorrow, little monk... no, little master, please come here, so that I can taste the delicacy in the world you mentioned."

Wang Mazi wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, walked up to Zhao Ke, and the more he looked at it, the more he wanted to swallow this monk in one gulp.

But in the end, I endured it and planned to wait until tomorrow to cook a big dish and have a good meal.

"Thank you so much, Your Majesty."

Zhao Ke squinted his eyes, clasped his hands together, and nodded to Wang Mazi.

Seeing that Zhao Ke didn't refuse, Wang Mazi smiled even wider, and pointed to the red-faced man who was in charge of beating the watch: "Being the watchman, you have to take good care of little master, and you must not neglect it."

What Wang Mazi meant was, of course, that he wanted to beat Genggui and keep a close eye on Zhao Ke. This is delicious, but he must not run away.

Da Genggui nodded repeatedly, patted his chest, and said that he would take good care of Zhao Ke every step of the way, which made Wang Mazi smile.

Then he looked at Zhao Ke and swallowed a mouthful of spit before lying down in his own coffin.

At this moment, Zhao Ke's eyes swept across the coffin silently.

"Yes, the place is more spacious than I thought."

Seeing the black coffin, there is actually quite a lot of space inside, but Zhao Ke noticed that there are still many things in the coffin.

Especially a bronze mirror and a vermilion dressing box.

"Could it be possible that she's still a female ghost?"

Zhao Ke pondered in his heart that most men would not put these things in funeral objects.

Just when Zhao Ke was thinking, the ghost came up and said, "Little master, it's time to get on the road!"

Although Da Genggui's words were polite, but Zhao Ke always felt a little prickly in his ears.

"Wait a minute, I'm taking these things with me."

I saw Zhao Ke talking, hurry up and go to the camp, pick up some loose things, pack them up and take them away.

Especially the ball of human oil drawn from the skin ghost's body.

This is a good thing, of course Zhao Ke will not miss it.

These things, big and small, some belonged to these bodyguards, and some belonged to human skin ghosts.

Zhao Ke didn't put in the storage rings, but hung them all on the ghost's body. On this point, Zhao Ke was not surprised at all.

Including Zhao Ke himself, he was also beaten and carried on his back by Genggui.

I saw the dageng knock on the gong in his hand, "Bang!", and heard the dageng shout: "Go!"