Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

If it were my own home, a group of strange people suddenly appeared, and I would only be more careful than him.

Kurban has done well enough, at least from the perspective of ordinary people, the shotgun in his hand is still very deterrent.

Ji Wusui was lying in Zhao Ke's arms with her eyes closed, resting her mind. Whether it was the mutton in the pot or the pomegranate wine collected by Kurban, it seemed that she was not interested in it.

Instead, she prefers to lie in Zhao Ke's arms, enjoying this guy's body temperature, and listening to his strong heartbeat.

Only in this way will she truly feel at ease.

At this time, Wang Mazi asked Zhao Ke: "Grandma Hong wants you to go to the ghost market in ten days, didn't she say what it is?"

Wang Mazi's question was very sharp.

For a moment, except for Ji Wusui who closed his eyes and rested his mind, and Jiayu who was wrestling with the leg of lamb, other people's eyes could not help but shifted their eyes to Zhao Ke.

At this point, the relationship between Zhao Ke and Granny Hong couldn't be more clear.

Not the rumored blood relationship between mother and child.

But it's almost the same, after all, it's not for nothing that I called my wife.

The fat pig on the side grinned secretly and said, "Isn't it for you to inherit the position of the master of the ghost city?"

Although it was a joke, it was exactly what Fat Pig and the others expected.

Lord of the Ghost City.

One of the top ten.

But mastering such an important resource as this ghost market, its position among the top ten is also extraordinary, and it has a decisive weight.

The possibility of Zhao Ke inheriting the ghost market is very high.

It seems that there is no better choice than Zhao Ke.

Besides, Fat Pig knows very well that once Zhao Ke becomes a postman, the golden stamp in the postal album, together with the resources of the ghost market, will be enough for him to rapidly increase his strength in a short period of time.

No matter how you think about it, the possibility of inheriting the master of the ghost city is very high.

If Zhao Ke can inherit the Lord of Ghost City...

This thought was circling in everyone's minds, and even Camille couldn't help but become short of breath.

As the saying goes, one person ascends to heaven with a chicken and a dog, and they all have the merits of being a dragon.

However, facing the excited expressions of these guys, Zhao Ke was very calm, even as if he was listening to an unimportant matter,

His fingers gently stroked Ji Wusui's shiny black hair.

After waiting for the excitement of these guys to gradually calm down, he said: "I don't intend to inherit the master of any ghost city."

Zhao Ke's words were very light, but his tone was extremely firm.

"The position of the Lord of the Ghost City, in my opinion, is more like a cage, which is not suitable for me, and I am not good at management."

In fact, Zhao Ke still had a part to say.

The game arranged by Granny Hong this time is obviously aimed at Dangshen.

And I am more like an incidental product, dispensable.

Even if she didn't, she wasn't the object of Granny Hong's greatest concern.

Zhao Ke doesn't like the feeling of treating himself as a pawn, although he doesn't have much choice.

Furthermore, the feeling that Grandma Hong used the old man as a threat made Zhao Ke always very angry.

Dang Shen, Luo Nu, and a chaotic tyrant who has never appeared.

And later another, who did not enter, but became the mysterious person who broke the last straw.

The purpose of these people is not the red lady. More directly, it has a lot to do with the ghost market.

There are too many intricate secrets hidden in this ghost city.

In Zhao Ke's view, the ghost market is like a maelstrom, and all the postmen are rolling in the vortex of the ghost market.

If one is not careful, he may be drawn into the center of the vortex. If his own ship is not strong enough, his body will be smashed to pieces in an instant.

Since it is possible for him to break free, he will definitely not be involved in this vortex.

If it is possible, Zhao Ke has a bigger idea in his mind.

Just don't restore the identity of the postman, and hide in the red coffin with Ji Wusui.

Shuttle in the horror space and travel around in your spare time.

In the absence of space missions, I don't mind playing in a scary space for a while longer.

Meet more people, more stories.

Of course, it was impossible for Zhao Ke to tell Fat Pig them this idea.

At least not now.

After Zhao Ke finished speaking, the atmosphere in the tent suddenly froze there.

Fat Pig, Wang Mazi, Camille, and Datou all looked at each other, and Zhao Ke's reaction completely exceeded their expectations.

"you……"

Seeing this, Fat Pig wanted to say something, but Wang Mazi pulled him hard.

Zhao Ke's tone is so firm, talking about it at this time will only be counterproductive.

"Ahem, let's not talk about it, this time we escaped from death, everyone should celebrate it."

Seeing that the atmosphere was not good, Wang Mazi changed the subject.

Fat Pig nodded again and again when he saw this: "I just asked Kurban about it. That old man left us in Kizilsu Kirgiz, Xinjiang. Let's take a rest and start tomorrow. We can arrive at the county seat tomorrow night at the latest. .”

In fact, this incident is no wonder to the old man Yin Yang.

Zhao Ke just asked him to send them down the mountain. At that time, their location was on the side of Xinjiang, so they would naturally be thrown into Xinjiang by the old man Yin Yang.

If it really comes to it, I can only blame Zhao Ke for not clarifying the location, and I can't blame others.

"Ok!"