Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Now that such a good opportunity is presented in front of him, let alone a long-lost Dang Shen, and a girl from Luo.

Ning Duque would definitely not be surprised if two senior postmen appeared at this time.

For example, right now the rules here are disrupted and no one can leave.

This will not be the ability of Dang Shen and Luo Nu.

In Ning Duque's impression, there are only two senior postmen who can do this, one is Space, that is, the old man at the inn riding a mule.

Ning Duque got along with this old guy once or twice.

Although it was difficult to get in touch with, Ning Duque knew very well that Old Man Yin Yang, who only knew how to run around, would never join forces with anyone.

Another is the tyrant who represents this chaos.

It's just that the tyrant never shows up. He probably won't really show up when he interferes with the space this time.

Once he shows up, he will be traced to be interfering with the space, and even a high-ranking postman will inevitably pay a huge price.

Counting the swings, it was three high-ranking postmen who were targeting a red lady.

The others, even if they don't know how to make a move, don't expect them to help, I'm afraid it's still possible to get a share of the pie.

Under the black hat beside him, the mysterious swordsman was like Ning Duque, with a calm expression, playing with the teacup with his fingers, as if he didn't care about the upcoming battle.

It seems that apart from guarding Ning Duque, there is nothing that can attract his special attention.

"coming!"

Ning Duque stared at the lower left corner of the projection cloth, and quickly took out the handheld computer.

I saw Ning Duque flicking a few times on the handheld computer.

The picture in front of me was quickly pulled in, and under a white sail, a slovenly Taoist waving a bell, walking towards the dilapidated house not far away.

The house is dilapidated, and there is an old tree standing in the yard.

It's a pity that the old tree has withered, and a few crows on the tree landed on the branches, looking desolate.

It's just that under the old tree, there is a rocking chair.

On an incense table, inside a bronze incense burner, a three-point green smoke curled up.

The woman dressed in red has a bright face and a peaceful expression.

holding a roll of books.

Sitting there quietly and flipping through.

Gentle and elegant, but out of tune with the surrounding environment.

The gate of the courtyard, which had been decayed for a long time, made a harsh sound of rattling.

Before the person came in, he saw the white sail and peeped in from the door first.

"Ginger is not ground or spicy, and you don't look at each other or send it out. My little lady meets an old friend. Can you see if the hexagram I said is accurate!"

The slovenly Taoist chanted the mantra and walked into the courtyard gate.

Bai Fan raised, revealing the face of a Taoist priest.

It's just that it's not quite the same as when Zhao Ke and the others saw it.

In other words, he was much younger, with a blue beard on his face, under his straight eyebrows, a pair of black and white eyes, as bright as stars.

Facing the Taoist priest's question, Granny Hong just hummed briefly.

However, his gaze never moved away from the book in his hand.

It was as if there was some magical power in the books that deeply attracted her.

The muscles at the corners of the Taoist's mouth twitched slightly, and he looked intently, but saw that the book in Granny Hong's hand was not an ancient book.

It is a modern printed book.

On the shiny and bright book cover, there is a line of big characters written: "On One Hundred Ways of Eating People"

Chapter 987 God Cried

The Taoist slammed a soft nail, but he didn't make a fuss.

Calling out a futon to sit on the floor, he looked up and down at the woman in front of him who held monstrous power.

His eyes seemed to recall something for a moment.

He said to himself: "Who would have thought that so many heroes back then, masters who climbed out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood in the horror space, turned out to be the most inconspicuous woman and became the master of the ghost market. "

After he finished speaking, he paused, and glanced sideways at the book in Granny Hong's hand.

Then he continued: "I thought you would sit in this position for a long, long time, but I didn't expect..."

Speaking of this, I saw Granny Hong slowly put down the book in her hand, with a pair of bright eyes showing a bit of impatience and contempt.

It seems disgusted by the Taoist's remarks.

Think about it too.

The robbers will surround you with kitchen knives, and they will also praise you for the clothes on your body and the expensive watch on your hand.

This is not a compliment, but more like thinking about how to rob you so that you can appear more civilized.

It seems that in a certain period of history, it is a truth to beat the autumn wind to sweep away the local tyrants, rob the landlords, and finally shout out a sentence to do justice for the sky.

It was just that the Taoist was happy when he faced the contemptuous eyes of the red granny.

He pointed to the cliff beside him.

Six grass balls stood on the edge of the cliff, and after a blade of grass was gently torn apart by Luo Nu, the faces of six people in the grass ball were exposed.

Of course, the main one is Zhao Ke.

In order to let Granny Hong see clearly, Nuo Luo specially tore apart Zhao Ke's weeds to make it bigger.

"I don't want much, I know there is something hidden in the ghost market, just give it to me."

The Taoist priests were no longer going around in circles. Since the landlords did not cooperate, they simply opened up the conversation.

The priest didn't say what it was.