Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

However, Zhao Ke's actions always seem to surprise Zhao Min.

Zhao Ke stared at the woman in front of him, his eyes almost narrowed into a slit, and said with a smile: "Okay, it's best to be so natural, big!"

"Team leader?" Dwarf Tiger heard Zhao Ke calling him, and hurried over.

Zhao Ke pointed at the woman on the hanging ladder in front of him: "Go, teach this young black hole, bah, a goblin a lesson!"

Chapter 1106

In the ghost market, it was a lively market, but it became much quieter now.

Everyone whispered to each other, and they didn't know what they were talking to each other.

If you listen carefully, there is actually nothing new.

It's nothing more than thinking about how to survive the next day.

A grand gamble, the grander and more brilliant it is, the more miserable and desolate it is when it ends.

Winners are decorated with lights, and losers are listless.

Some even quit the ghost market altogether, planning to go to the real world to have fun and vent their depression.

Lost too badly.

Some people really couldn't think about it, and cursed Hengzhe sternly, if it wasn't for this guy's claim that Dajue evil thoughts have the power of fake gold.

They will never put all the rest of their belongings on the body of the evil thoughts.

Of course, this overwhelmed guy disappeared very quickly. No one knew whether he quit the ghost market by himself or was silenced.

Everyone's head is like a big stone.

After all, once the competition is over, it means that they will re-enter the space of terror.

When the time comes, they will be penniless, and a few of them will be able to escape unharmed.

Now most people's hopes are pinned on the previous bets, especially the standings.

As long as the people they originally chose kept improving in the rankings, they could still get some post points, even if they weren't many, but it was still better than nothing.

If there is a question of who the happiest person is, then there is no doubt that it must be Yang Wancai.

Thanks to the constant blessing, this time Yang Wancai has basically completed most of his profit target, plus the revenue of other industries during the period of the ghost market.

It is not difficult to collect 3000 million postal points for Grandma Hong.

But when it comes to Granny Hong, she has been away for a while, and she hasn't been seen on the empty bloody chair for an hour.

This feeling of not being able to see the red mother-in-law is very disturbing.

Although Yang Wancai is the last person she wants to see.

But for Granny Hong, who was declining every minute, Yang Wancai was really scared. At this moment, the Lord of the ghost market, who had not officially abdicated, suddenly died suddenly.

If that was the case, the entire ghost city would be reduced to hell in an instant.

Yang Wancai couldn't imagine that at that time, the few sitting on it would fight.

There is no one in charge of the rules of the ghost market, and those gamblers who want to go to the rooftop who lose will rush in frantically and tear him into pieces desperately.

At this time, Yang Wancai suddenly realized that, compared to her, the red mother-in-law who made him feel fearful and terrified was actually her backbone.

Just like a girl's aunt, she is upset when she sees it, but even more upset when she can't see it.

Yang Wancai didn't know that at this moment, Granny Hong, who was sitting in the palace of glory, was in a worse mood than him.

Those cloudy eyes stared indifferently at Ning Duque in front of him.

Thin fingers tapped lightly on the handle of the knife at hand, making a crisp crashing sound.

"Mother-in-law, do you think it is necessary for me to deceive you at this time?"

Ning Duque's expression was very relaxed, and he even looked wantonly at Granny Hong, the master who once fished him out of the mire.

Ning Duque couldn't help sighing that even a woman as powerful as her was no match for the shackles of the rules.

Once she chooses to abdicate, her life will be like a dam with its gates opened, and her few vitality will be crazily lost every second.

But even so, Ning Duque was not moved at all. This dark world is full of intrigues, there are no absolute enemies, only absolute interests.

Just like at this time, he was able to stand in front of the former master safe and sound, not the reason why he was thrown into the iron pot and turned into a pot of rotten meat.

Finally, the granny Hong who was silent said, "What do you want?"

"Hey, what I want is worthless to you, without it, the heart of the ghost city!"

As Ning Duque said, he took out a black contract, a silver item: Death's Deal.

This unique contract, once the two parties sign the agreement, if one party violates the oath, he will be subject to a special curse, the justice of death.

It can make those who violate the contract have 20 years of life span erased.

For others, the price of this contract can even be described as weak.

For powerful postmen, they don't care about a 20-year lifespan, and for weak postmen, they don't care about such invisible things. After all, they may not live for 20 years at all.

But for the red granny in front of her, such a price is almost a death talisman,

With her time running out, once 20 years of her lifespan were erased, she couldn't afford such a price.

It has to be said that Ning Duque really caught Granny Hong's weakness.

"You are not afraid that I will arrest you now, so that you will not be able to survive or die!"

Looking at this contract, Granny Hong finally showed anger on her aging and disfigured face.

With the voice falling.

A strong bloody light turned the entire splendid palace into a sea of ​​blood and a hell-like scene.

For a moment Ning Duque felt that his body was about to be melted away.

But even at this time, his eyes remained firm, and he remained unmoved even though his body was melting in the sea of ​​blood.

He knew that this was his last chance.

"Humph!"