Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

The woman murmured a lot.

Especially Wang Suan's daughter-in-law had a large crescent-shaped birthmark on her chest.

When Zhao Ke heard this, he suddenly laughed and asked, "How do you know there is a birthmark?"

"While she was breastfeeding, I saw that the children of Wang Suo's family are all three years old and still need to breastfeed, really..."

The woman couldn't help laughing out loud when she said this, and immediately urged: "Hurry up, the beds are all made, go to bed quickly."

When he heard that he was going to bed, Zhao Ke almost slipped and fell.

Thinking of the old woman's figure like a water ladle, the corners of her mouth twitched, and her eyes suddenly saw that the door of the front hall was still closed.

Rolling his eyes, he quickly said, "Go to sleep first, I haven't cleaned up the materials for the coffin before."

After speaking, Zhao Ke ran away.

"Oh, tomorrow..."

The old woman poked her head out of the window, and when she saw this, she waved her hand and called Zhao Ke.

But when Zhao Ke saw this, he quickened his pace and rushed into the front room.

"Go to hell."

Seeing this, the old woman couldn't help cursing, turned around and turned on the lamp to go to sleep.

"Om~"

Zhao Ke gently pushed the door open.

In the empty front hall, there are sawdust on the ground.

In addition to sawdust, there was a mess of odds and ends.

The reason Zhao Ke noticed these things was because they looked like they had nothing to do with the coffin.

For example, chicken bones, a piece of the Great Compassion Mantra, copper wire money, etc. were piled up on the table in a mess.

"Peachwood?"

Zhao Ke pinched a handful of sawdust on the table with his fingers, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it lightly, and found that it was peach wood powder.

Picking up the thread bucket on the side, there was a strong fishy smell in it, which seemed to be pigeon blood, but it didn't look like it.

"Strange, what kind of coffin did he make?"

Zhao Ke remembered that in the notes, Old Man Lou seemed to be gnashing his teeth with hatred for Mrs. Wang.

I plan to make a special coffin.

As for how it was made, before I could see it, the crow knocked on the door and interrupted myself.

Right now, they still don't know what kind of secrets this coffin holds.

Just when Zhao Ke was puzzled, he heard a shout from behind him.

"Is brother Lou there?"

Listening to the sound, people have entered the yard.

Zhao Ke went out and took a look, and saw an old lady who looked about 80 years old standing in the yard.

"You are??"

Zhao Ke glanced at the old lady, and saw that the old lady's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help showing a smile on her face: "My family is doing business today, and as usual, I'm here to send you a piece of pork, but there are too many people to send it to you, it's a bit late, brother, please don't wait." Strange."

When the woman said this, she even raised the piece of meat on her hand as a gesture.

Because of the lack of two days, Zhao Ke didn't know what happened during the two-day gap.

It's just someone's family's funeral, and I didn't care at first.

Just look at that piece of pork with eyes.

Zhao Ke suddenly stared, although it's not summer anymore, it's still a bit cold at night.

But when Zhao Ke took a closer look at the so-called pork, cold sweat slipped from Zhao Ke's forehead and rolled down his cheeks.

I saw a crescent birthmark on that piece of white and tender pork breast, which became clear under the moonlight.

Looking at the old lady walking in front of her again, under the moonlight, the old lady walked forward, but there was not even a shadow under her feet.

Chapter 832

If it was really Old Man Lou, after seeing this scene clearly, he would probably have slumped on the ground long ago.

But Zhao Ke was different. He was startled, but quickly calmed down.

Although it is not clear whether this is really an illusion.

But seeing the old lady approaching, Zhao Ke could feel the chill in the air, pervasive as if it was piercingly cold.

There was a gleam in those cloudy eyes.

Pretending to be relaxed on his face, he grinned and said: "Hehe, old lady is really polite. Just put this meat on the table aside. I still have something to do, so I won't send it to old lady."

As Zhao Ke said, he took a step on his back leg and pushed himself into the door.

"Yo~ I've come all the way, my mouth is dry, won't my brother give me some saliva?"

However, the old lady didn't mean to stop, and she was about to walk up with her steps.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke slapped his forehead fiercely, pretending to be confused

"Look at my head. Sister, sit down and wait for me. I have good tea in my room. Let me bring it to you."

"Hmph! This is not too bad, hurry up." The old lady grinned upon hearing this.

Under the moonlight, the old lady's complexion became paler and paler. On her slack face, she touched the bright red blush and smiled with her bright red mouth. It felt like the muscles on her entire face were about to split.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke turned around and walked into the front hall, looking around from side to side.

Just in this state.

Not to mention dealing with the old lady outside, even a sick child in his early 30s like Wang Suo, he is no match for him.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke looked at the half-finished coffins beside him.