Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

"There is a big pool hall behind our house. Although the water temperature is not too hot, don't dislike it, you two. It's a special feeling to soak in the hot spring with the wind blowing in this day!"

The pool hall that the clerk talks about is actually a square pool built on top of the hearth with the leftover hot water used by the guests during the day.

But when it came to the mouth of the guy, it just turned into a double statement.

Although Wang Mazi didn't think much about it, how could such a trick be hidden from Zhao Ke's eyes.

But Zhao Ke doesn't care.

After eating two mouthfuls of noodles, he sat aside and rested.

Wang Mazi, on the other hand, ate the noodles in his arms. Half a bowl of noodles, served with a small pile of pickles, he ate with gusto.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, the door to the attic was pushed open.

A woman in her thirties came out from behind the door.

Ben was a few diners sitting in the hall, their eyes lit up when they saw the woman.

Although she is getting older, she looks more like a mature woman.

In addition, she is the woman who runs the inn, so she is naturally contaminated with some wind and dust.

Stepping up from downstairs, twisting her waist and twisting her buttocks, one can't help but look at her more.

Wang Mazi was eating well, but he just looked up at the proprietress.

Seeing the proprietress holding a fan in her hand, she looked over and said with a warm smile: "You two guests, please eat well. If there is anything wrong with the hospitality, just tell me."

It was a very normal sentence, but it made Wang Mazi's expression a little unnatural.

"Good good!"

After a vague answer, he quietly reached out and gave Zhao Ke a hand.

"Ok??"

Zhao Ke turned around and saw Wang Mazi leaning over with his head bowed, his big eyes swept left and right, his expression gradually became serious, and he said in a low voice, "It's not good!"

Seeing Wang Mazi's sudden seriousness, Zhao Ke couldn't help muttering in his heart, wondering if this guy also noticed something.

Wang Mazi took a vigilant look, and the proprietress who came down from the upstairs asked cautiously, "Did you bring any money?"

Chapter 839 Kunlun Snow Mountain

Kunlun Mountains, Tibet.

Although the snow has stopped, even the best herdsmen dare not enter the mountain at this time of the season.

The snow covered the entire mountain range in front of me, and at a glance, the sky and the earth were white and vast.

Clean like a flawless white paper.

A group of figures in the distance walked carefully along the mountain range in this season that shouldn't have appeared.

"Hurry up, it will be dark soon, if we don't speed up, the night will be difficult."

The leading middle-aged man waved his hand, signaling the team behind to hurry up and follow.

"Brother, do you think this guy is reliable?"

Luo Qing followed behind, squinting at the middle-aged man, feeling unreliable in his heart.

Song Heng was also helpless when he heard the words.

If you are unfamiliar with the place, you can only find a guide.

It's just that in this season, the mountains are covered by heavy snow. Generally speaking, few people go to the depths of Kunlun.

I wanted to find a guide, but when I heard that I was going to enter the Kunlun Mountains, my face changed, and I couldn't pay much money.

According to them, this season, the entire Kunlun is the pure land of the gods, and mortals who enter will be punished by the gods.

Song Heng had no choice but to offer a high price.

The so-called, there must be a brave man under a heavy reward, and the price offered by Song Heng has reached a level that makes people a little crazy.

At least in the eyes of those guides.

These guys are completely afraid that they are a group of local tyrants who are full and idle. This is burning money as firewood, and it can also warm the room.

So there are three guides in front of me.

The leader is Gu Gele, who is in his 40s and is a well-known old guide in the local area.

Not bad reputation.

As for the other two, they were assistants recommended by him.

Gesang and Langmu.

The two were in their early thirties, wearing wolf fur robes, and carrying earthen guns and machetes around their waists, looking strong and powerful.

Not only responsible for carrying the luggage, but also responsible for the safety of the team.

"Be careful, don't lose your eyes!"

Song Heng thought for a while, and reminded Luo Qing.

Luo Qing was taken aback for a moment, didn't speak, just nodded to express his understanding.

Lost eyes.

It's a slang word among their seniors.

It means be careful to eat black.

Except for the old man, only the three brothers Song Heng could understand.

Luo Qing started late, but Zhao Ke and Song Heng followed the old man and went everywhere.

I met robbers in Russia, was poisoned in a mountain village, and even on the highway in those years, someone stopped a car and robbed me.

What kind of shit happened.

After a long time, each other has a set of code words that their own people can understand.