Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

For other chefs, it might be a complex dish, or a back-to-basics palate.

But for Zhao Ke, it's not about taste or craftsmanship, but about feeling.

It was as if a wanderer studying abroad returned to his home and tasted a simple meal cooked for him by his parents.

Even if it's just a bowl of lo noodles, I believe it will be the most delicious dish in the world, a taste that no restaurant can make.

Looking at the faces of the five ghosts, they were sometimes excited, sometimes silent, and sometimes laughed. The five brothers sat at the table, reliving their childhood happiness, and they believed that this meal was irreplaceable by any delicacy.

Just talking, the faces of the five ghosts gradually began to show a bitter smile. After the aftertaste, looking at the current self, all that was left was a face of vicissitudes and wrinkles.

It's a pity that they are ghosts, and they can't cry tears. Maybe this is the way to remind them, let them remember that they are no longer human, but a ghost.

At this time, Zhao Ke suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, do you know that there is a big red coffin."

These five old fellows, together, are at least two thousand years old. Zhao Ke wanted to ask them if there were any rumors about the big red coffin. .

However, Zhao Ke's words seemed to sink into the sea, and none of the five ghosts responded.

However, Zhao Ke noticed that although they ate with their heads down, they had obviously changed their rhythm. It was no longer the same as before, just eat and enjoy.

"I really know!"

Zhao Ke's eyes lit up, these five guys must know something inside, at least more than that big smoking gun.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke frowned slightly, and continued to talk to himself: "Hey, I saw a big red coffin in Changbai Mountain before, and I put that coffin upstairs."

"Boom!"

After Zhao Ke finished speaking, he saw that the five ghosts didn't even eat, and turned into a cloud of black mist, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

Zhao Ke: "..."

clang clang...

At this time, I heard the big pot beside me rattling.

Zhao Ke stepped forward to undo the lid of the pot and saw the fifth child curled up into a black ball, hiding inside, trembling all over.

Zhao Ke stared at him, took the fifth child out of the pot with his hand, squinted his eyes and looked at the fifth child: "Why, you are so afraid, can this coffin not be opened?"

"Can't open!"

The fifth child didn't speak, when the time came, a head poked out from the earthen pot beside him, it was the eldest.

"Why can't it be opened!" Zhao Ke asked.

"Unless the earth dragon turns over and breaks open the gate of heaven, whoever opens the coffin will fill her with life, even Da Luo Jinxian can't save her."

It was the youngest who was talking, this guy was very thieves, he actually hid on top of the lamp tiles, if he hadn't spoken, Zhao Ke wouldn't have noticed him yet.

"I haven't opened the coffin yet, what are you afraid of, come out, I'll make a joke for you."

Zhao Ke coaxed the five ghosts to come out, but at this moment, the fifth child suddenly broke free from Zhao Ke's grasp and ran away. Eating and shouting:

"Whoever touches the red coffin will be unlucky for eight lifetimes, and the evil stars and evil gods will follow him. I dare not stay in the dead city. You are so unlucky, let's go early!"

Seeing the five ghosts yelling, they pushed open the door of Zhao's guest room and ran out in a blink of an eye.

"You don't want to eat?"

Zhao Ke shouted from behind, thinking in his heart that it was not good, he used too much force, if he scares these five guys away, his business of synthesizing stamps in the future will be ruined.

Unexpectedly, after hearing Zhao Ke's words, the fourth child turned around and said, "We won't come next month, next month, if you are still alive during the Lantern Festival, we will come!"

Speaking of the Lantern Festival, the boss seemed to remember something, looked back at Zhao Ke and said: "By the way, remember the Lantern Festival, you still have to go with us to the Yin Yang Inn, cook for our distinguished guests, live well! Take more deep breaths!"

At the time of saying this, the five ghosts disappeared in a blink of an eye.

What the five ghosts said made Zhao Ke's nose crooked in anger. Looking at the disappearing back of the five ghosts, he cursed: "Bah! I'm very hard-nosed. I belong to a tortoise."

After saying this, Zhao Ke turned his head and saw the Butcher's Box lying on the dining table, eating up a plate of Bazhen Chicken, even gnawed off the plate, babbling, his eyes staring Hook staring at Zhao Ke: "Hungry!"

Chapter 228 Mysterious Tattoo

The day gradually began to brighten.

The place where the sun shines is in stark contrast to the other side. Dogs howl in the distance, and the lights of several farmers have been turned on.

Some are sending their children to school, and some are going to work, but they used to rise up the chimney in a dim way, but is there no more smoke mixed with life as before?

Zhao Ke sat on the top of the building, holding a cigarette pole in his hand, looking at the pedestrians in the village who were gradually getting busy, saying that he was envious, but he also knew that he could only look at the days of wasting years like this.

If you really want to let yourself go there, you will probably get bored in less than a month.

Compared with the ruthless city on the other side, Zhao Ke doesn't like the life of luxury and luxury. He can't say what's wrong, but he always feels a little vain.

It may also be that I can't find the sense of belonging in this city.

With the flickering light in the smoke pot, Zhao Ke exhaled a puff of blue smoke from his nostrils, played with the Buddhist beads with the other hand, and quickly began to think in his mind.

The five ghosts must know some secrets, but they are too shrewd to turn around and run away when the situation is wrong, and never give themselves a chance to intimidate or lure them.

But on the day of the Lantern Festival, I have to set up a trick and find a way to pry the five ghosts' mouths open.

As for the Buddhist beads in his hand, although he has mastered the eight-character mantra, he still hasn't been able to open the so-called inheritance, but Zhao Ke found that every time he only needs to secretly recite the eight-character mantra while turning the prayer beads.

The big golden centipede inside the Buddha beads will be extremely excited.

Thinking of the bright red coffin, Zhao Ke felt his shoulders itch. He opened his collar and saw the black meat with a bowl mouth, like a few fat worms, wriggling under his skin.

Inside are five clones, circling around this piece of black meat.

But the result disappointed Zhao Ke.

There is no way to remove it, the area is too large.

Through the perspective of the five clones, Zhao Ke could see that under the black flesh was a dense network of objects.

Like all-pervasive tentacles, extending all the way to his chest, including his own aorta, neurovascular, and even some of them have extended to his own bone marrow.

If I really want to cut myself, I can remove one-third of my flesh, including more than a dozen bones on my shoulder.

For such a major operation, even if it is delivered to the top hospital, it is estimated that conservative treatment can only be chosen. Hard surgery is a gamble with his own life. If he wins the bet, he will also be disabled.

At this time, through the perspective of the avatar, Zhao Ke noticed a black ball wrapped in these net-like places.

Zhao Ke wanted to control the clone to get closer, but before the clone approached, the surrounding net-like objects, like pythons, quickly entangled up, scaring Zhao Ke and immediately controlled his clone to leave.