Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

The gap is like the gap between "Broadcast of Terror" and "The Postman of Terror". It can only be said to be similar, but the details are not as good as the former. To say imitation, it is better to say that it is a bit of the same origin.

Until now, when the mirror appeared, Zhao Ke's feeling changed again.

It is obvious that the master who arranged the mirrored building has returned.

The changes between the two are almost undetectable, as if there is no trace in the water, and they are perfectly connected to the original arrangement of the other party.

If Zhao Ke hadn't asked Lei Mu to observe the surroundings carefully and compare them in his mind, he might not have noticed this change at all.

"Then you mean..."

Wu Ya looked at Zhao Ke, waiting for Zhao Ke's meaning.

Zhao Ke threw Wu Ya on the ground, sat aside, took out some fruits from the stamp album, and ate them.

Maybe it's because the fruit is not very satisfying, and then a piece of juicy ginseng, as thick as an adult's arm, was picked up by Zhao Keti in his hand.

"Crack!"

One bite, the taste is crisp, with a bit of sweetness, unlike ordinary ginseng, which has thick plant fibers and sufficient water in it, which makes this ginseng crunchy in the mouth, which is the taste of light and sweet. Medium, with a bit of aftertaste.

After eating it, I feel my stomach is warm. Although the taste is not very suitable to Zhao Ke's taste, I really feel full after eating this food.

Unfortunately, that idiot in Butcher's Box only knows how to eat meat.

Of course, Zhao Ke is not willing to give this idiot such a good thing.

"radish?"

Wu Ya thought it was a radish at first, and couldn't help but look at Zhao Ke with deep contempt.

In his eyes, radish, a food that farts too much, is undoubtedly the lowest level of coarse food, which can only be used to feed rabbits. He sighed in his heart, how could he fall into the hands of such a vulgar guy.

However, soon, Wu Ya's contemptuous gaze changed.

Look carefully, the thick thing in Zhao Ke's hand does not seem to look like a radish, especially the round, walnut-sized red fruit at the back, which exudes a special fragrance.

I have grown up for so many years, and I have never heard of it. Can radishes still bear fruit?

At this time, I saw the suspected radish in Zhao Ke's hand. After biting it open, a drop of clear liquid fell down the opening. The unique sweet scent of ginseng instantly made Wu Ya's spirit tremble.

"It's not a carrot, could it be..."

Thinking of this, Wu Ya's eyes widened immediately, and she screamed: "You prodigal son, don't eat, don't eat!"

Zhao Ke was taken aback for a moment, and looked back at Wu Ya with a confused look on his face?

"Do you know what you're eating?? That's not a carrot!"

Zhao Ke: "???"

"I know it's not a carrot?" Zhao Ke was a little puzzled, wondering why Wu Ya was so excited all of a sudden?

"That's ginseng, and it's super ginseng. I've never seen such a big, top-notch ginseng. Do you see the fruit in the back? The size of a walnut, do you know how rare this ginseng is? You just eat it like that?"

No wonder Wu Ya wasn't excited. Such a ginseng is impossible in reality. Even in the horror space, it depends on luck to get such a ginseng.

I have seen similar ginseng before. It is said in the horror space that it has been at least a thousand years old. It is less than one-third the size of Zhao Ke’s hand. It bears red fruits the size of peanuts. This is already extremely rare. It can be called the king of ginseng up.

Now in comparison, not to mention the king of ginseng, compared with Zhao Ke's, he is at best a young player in ginseng.

"Oh!"

Zhao Ke nodded with a face of enlightenment, then bit off the small half and ate it in his mouth.

"I……"

Wu Ya saw that Zhao Ke was still eating with such relish after he heard him explain the value of this item, and his face turned red for a while, if it wasn't for the aristocratic demeanor in his mind, his reason would be severely suppressed Feeling the urge in his chest, he was afraid that he would swear now.

Seeing Wu Ya's broken expression, Zhao Ke couldn't take it anymore, so he simply stuffed the walnut-sized fruit into Wu Ya's mouth.

As soon as the fruit was eaten, Wu Ya's eyes lit up, and he didn't care to say anything about Zhao Ke, so he quickly started to gnaw it in his mouth, and secretly said happily: "Hey, it's a good thing, it's a great supplement, this fool doesn't know what to buy."

However, at this moment, Wu Ya raised her head when she heard a "click!", so she didn't faint.

Zhao Ke took out another fruit from his hand, and what made him even more angry was that this one was thicker and bigger than the previous one, and the fruit on it was as big as a child's fist.

"How many of these things do you have?"

After hesitating for a moment, Wu Ya finally couldn't help asking.

Zhao Ke didn't talk nonsense, he called out the stamp album, unfolded a page inside, and said, "There are so many that I can't finish it."

I saw that the entire page of Zhao Ke’s postal album is full of bundles. Bundles of ginseng are not the biggest, only bigger. Fruits, some are as big as apples, and even small ones are better than eating by yourself The one that goes down is a big circle.

Seeing this, Wu Ya's whole body was not well, and he didn't know whether he was too angry after eating that ginseng fruit, or because he was slapped in the face by Zhao Ke nakedly showing off his wealth.

Wu Ya's face turned red, and she was dumbfounded for a while, only to hear Wu Ya's mournful face, and her voice seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth: "Fuck you!"

Chapter 273 Suture the wound

In the horror space, there are some valuable treasures.

Some even extend to the myths and legends, which are wealth that cannot be measured.

But Zhao Ke's ginseng is different. Each ginseng has at least one price. Even if it is calculated according to the price of cabbage at 20 postage points for one ginseng, Wu Ya can't afford this thing.

And there is a premise here that Zhao Ke is willing to sell all the ginseng in his hand.

Zhao Ke ate two in one go, this extravagance made Wu Ya dumbfounded.

In just a short moment, many thoughts flashed in Wu Ya's mind.

For example, murder and seize treasure.

But according to the postman's rule, if you kill the opponent, you can only get one stamp.

Zhao Ke had a whole page, each stamp was enough to fill a bundle, and taking only one stamp was a drop in the bucket.

How could it be you, seeing a room full of gold coins piled up like a mountain, and you can only take away one gold coin, would you be willing?

What's more, if you want to violently demolish the gate of the treasure house, you may pay several times more than a gold coin.

So after much deliberation, Wu Ya finally chose to give up, feeling so depressed that she almost vomited blood.

Of course, Wu Ya didn't know that for such a one-page postal album, Zhao Ke had two and a half pages in total.

In order to contain these ginseng essences, Zhao Ke almost emptied most of the daily necessities in the three-page stamp album.