Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

The three looked up at the snow in the sky.

Until Luo Qing couldn't help but sneezed.

The snow on the stables fell with a clatter, covering the three of them in an instant.

Wait for the three of them to come up and look at each other.

The swollen faces of the three of them were covered with white snowflakes.

Seeing this, they didn't know who it was, so they laughed first, and then the three couldn't help but burst out laughing at the same time.

Kurban, who was hiding in his tent, suddenly trembled. His dream was interrupted by the burst of laughter, and he couldn't help wiping his saliva.

He stared out fiercely, and cursed, "Three spoons!"

Chapter 1009 I Have No Money

The next morning.

After eating the roasted whole lamb carefully prepared by Kurban, the group set off for the nearest county town while the snow stopped.

The three brothers Kurban and Zhao Ke rode in front.

Ji Wusui and the others were more than 20 meters away, riding behind slowly.

The reason for this is also because Zhao Ke didn't want Luo Qing and Song Heng to get involved too much with the postman.

This made Kurban let out a long sigh of relief.

If he was with Ji Wusui and his group of demons and ghosts, he probably wouldn't even be able to breathe.

"So, that teacher's wife has been dead for more than ten years..."

After listening to what Zhao Ke told, Song Heng couldn't help but heaved a long sigh. He had a vague impression that he had seen her before.

It was also in a world of ice and snow, and he was fined to be fried in sand. It was already late at night, and he was shivering from the cold.

Suddenly his body warmed up, and when he turned around, he saw a woman in a cheongsam, putting the cloak on her body.

In the misty snow, Song Heng looked at the woman in front of him in a trance.

But when he came back to his senses, the woman disappeared.

Now hearing what Zhao Ke said, the news that the woman passed away more than ten years ago, Song Heng's heart felt empty for a while.

Zhao Ke carefully observed Song Heng's expression, and seeing that Song Heng didn't intend to continue asking, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He was really afraid that Song Heng would continue to ask the bottom line.

At the same time, Zhao Ke also made up his mind to completely conceal the information about Granny Hong and the old man.

Even if they do this, Song Heng and Luo Qing will leave a big regret in their hearts.

But only by doing so can the thoughts of the two of them be completely cut off.

In the story, Shi Niang has been dead for more than ten years. When he rushed to the top of Kunlun Mountain with a team of helpers, Song Heng and Luo Qing were already unconscious in the cave.

As for the old man, when he found it, his master had passed away and his body was frozen by heavy snow.

Song Heng and Luo Qing's memory, Zhao Ke blamed the two people for being too sad, and the memory disorder appeared.

Of course, there are loopholes in this statement, as long as the two of them carefully match the symptoms, they will definitely find that Zhao Ke is lying.

But this is already the best result Zhao Ke could think of.

If the two really want to blame themselves, Zhao Ke has nothing to say.

Fortunately, Song Heng didn't continue to question, so he didn't have doubts in his heart.

Looking back at the endless snow field behind him, it was a mess, just like this heavy snow, it should be completely covered.

Further investigation will be in vain.

Kurban took Zhao Ke and the others to Wuqia, a county town.

There is a car leading to Artush City here.

After saying goodbye to Kurban repeatedly, Zhao Ke sent Song Heng and Luo Qing to the station, and also planned to say goodbye to them.

Although it is very difficult for the brothers and sisters to have such an opportunity to sit together peacefully.

But Zhao Ke resolutely refused to continue with Song Heng and the others.

There are still a lot of problems behind my own ass.

Whether it's Ji Wusui, Fat Zhu and others, and the trip to the ghost market eight days later, it's all things.

Continuing to entangle with Song Heng and Luo Qing will only harm them.

Seeing Zhao Ke's resolute attitude, Song Heng glanced at the group of people standing far behind Zhao Ke, nodded, patted Zhao Ke on the shoulder and said: "The old man left a lot of things, I will share your share Now, you can come to me when you need it."

Don't look at the old man, he's been wearing shabby clothes all these years, and he's also a bit sloppy.

But how much inheritance the old man has, Zhao Ke can't figure it out.

The demolition funds in Luoyang are almost insignificant in this inheritance.

Zhao Ke knew several real estates, and he didn't know many more. In addition to his collection of knives, some strange antique calligraphy and paintings, the ghost knows how much they are worth.

It's just that Zhao Ke doesn't need these things, and his cooking skills are enough.

"Give it to Luo Qing, I don't need it, these hands are enough."

Zhao Ke grinned and shook his hands. The inconspicuous knife marks on his slender fingers were the greatest legacy left to him by the old man.

"Hey hey hey."

Luo Qing scratched his head and smirked, and was hit on the back of the head by Song Heng.

"The things are given to you by your second senior brother, but they can only be given to you when you get married. It is your dowry given to you by your second senior brother."

"dowry?"

Just as Luo Qing was about to protest, Song Heng grabbed his collar and dragged him into the car. Song Heng waved his hands without looking back. You go home early!"

Watching the car start, Zhao Ke blinked to let the moist eye sockets gradually recover, took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards Ji Wusui and his party.

Seeing Zhao Ke sent Song Heng and Luo Qing away, Camille brought Jiayu to welcome them.